His reaction is half nodding, half reeling -- all acceptance, though. They both need air. Her garden, or the godswood.

There will be pacing, over these next days, indoors and out. He will feel that he should leave her; he will be unable to leave her. They will cling to each other at night and look at each other sadly in the day. He will hunt the wolfswood and he will hunt less numinous woods out in the world -- but they are the Singularity's woods, so he can't say how real they are. He will find reasons to go visit the Lunae, reasons to go look in on Thorne; he will watch her when he doesn't think she's looking, and when he knows she is. Sometimes he will turn from her; sometimes he will come up behind her and put his arms about her and hold her silently, silently.

All the while, every moment, he will feel sick with love for her, wondering what will become of them, in the end.

[FIN.]