Beauty nodded. "At first, I hadn't been sure if he'd also been pulled away. But he had." She remembered that day very clearly. He'd called her name across a field. The jacket that marked him a Cleric was gone, and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows - a sight she hadn't seen before until that day. She hadn't run. She hadn't even answered him. There'd been so much warmth inside her, she feared what might come out of her mouth if she were to open it. The twitchy, anxious feeling she'd been steadfastly ignoring until that moment melted away. He was there, he was there with her, and that was no small thing.
Beaming, she nodded again. "He had. And there were others, too, not just him. It wasn't so bad to be in a new place, with good friends around me. And I made new ones, too. There's a lovely young lady named Ariel here somewhere, I'm sure of it. She is very beautiful. You'll know her by the red hair. It's redder even than yours!"