Rhysand landed perhaps five minutes after Katherine's appearance at the spire, practically tripping over himself as he strode toward her breaking into a run to cover the twenty-foot gap between them. He took in the scene as quickly as he got to her side, arms open to sweep her up adoringly. In her brief absence all of heaven had fallen and hell had risen. Rhysand could not remember the last time he had ached for someone so deeply that his heart had wept.
"My mate; how I've missed you," he sad as he tried to gather her up into those strong limbs of his, wings curling down around them like a protective cover. "I'm sorry. I couldn't find you anywhere. I'm so sorry."