She heard the request, and bowed her head. "It was about two years ago." She wouldn't say how Lucivar had escaped. She'd never asked. She'd only seen him after. "He went to Askavi once he was free. Slime mold had nearly destroyed his wings, he must have been supporting them with Craft. He..." Her voice softened, and she looked up to meet his eyes. "He attempted the Khaldharon Run."
He would know what that meant. Even in peak physical condition, the Khaldharon Run was brutal. There was no way his pain-wracked body and deteriorated wings would have survived that Run. Lucivar had gone there to die.
"Uncle Andulvar brought him to my cottage in Scelt. I did the healing. Luthvian could have helped, but I wouldn't let her. Not when it involved Lucivar's wings. It had to be all, or nothing. It was three weeks before he rose out of the healing webs, but after three months..." A smile brightened on her lips, one of quiet pride and fierce joy. "We made the Khaldharon Run. Together."