"And I've told you more than once that you need not travel, but you insist," Sirian said.
Sirian edged closer, his wise gaze and silvering hair the only signs of aging on his otherwise lean frame.
She stepped into the cool night ahead of an occupied Sirian and threw her head back to see the half-moon.
"It'll get easier," Sirian said, pausing beside her.
You're so cold, Sirian.