He still hadn't said a word, but he didn't feel he needed to. It was an easy enough instruction. Ariel sat back in the chair and closed his eyes, doing his very best to call up Helena's image.
He could still do it, thank the heavens. Her hair, the color of spun hay, with her surprising dark eyes. The half-smile she'd favoured him with far too many times for it to ever leave his memory. The genuine laugh of when he'd told her he loved her. The tall body, the thin form, and the dress she'd been wearing when they found her in the river.
No! Damn it!
Ariel tried to stay calm outwardly, though he felt moisture forming in his palm. He couldn't tell if it was sweat or blood.