An awkward look passed among the Stormbrooks before the woman in the bed spoke, her voice hoarse but steady.
"Sir Ollie still has work to do," Lady Cerys said. "And it's going to be dangerous. But I'm certain he'll be fine. Your son is the man who fought death itself to save my life, and I can't imagine he'd let himself die before he has a chance to see his parents again."
That wasn't entirely true, and Cerys knew it. On the voyage down the River Luath, Cynwrig had explained to her just how close Ollie had come to succumbing to death's siren call once he knew Cerys' life had been saved. But now that Ollie was free of that danger, she was certain that he'd treasure his life more… the same way he'd taught her to treasure her own.
She paused, and the green eyes that had watched Ollie's bewildered parents so carefully when they entered softened into something like reverence.
