At the question Eric nodded. He did love her. Eric had never expected to be able to have such a deep flowing emotion again and yet he had found himself yearning to allow it to flourish. And she had allowed that to happen. "I do love you," Eric replied over the rain.
Bran cawed, wings lifted and open. The rain stopped abruptly and the night eased back over them like a warm blanket.
Death was who he was. He wouldn't hide it from her and he wouldn't lie to her about it. He had killed a few, but usually the ones who's lives he took deserved it. This man may or may not have deserved such a fate but it had come.