Night Sky had been holding everything in as best she could. The knowledge that the druid (and really anyone) could vanish was a possibility she understood to be very real. She was used to it. People had come and gone numerous times back in Faerie, too.

But it never hurt any less, she realized then. Even the promises of finding each other did not ebb the ache in her heart. With his words, Night Sky's weeping only grew more prominent, body wracked with sobs as she curled herself into his embrace.

"He wasn't supposed to go yet." It was too soon. They had only just begun to truly bond. Her fingers clutched at Red Son's clothes tightly. "Please - don't leave me."