The Dragon King stared down at his Matriarch.
He forced his expression to remain completely, flawlessly calm. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing a stray dark curl from her forehead.
"Time is a constant, Matriarch," Zarek lied, his deep voice a smooth, unshakable rumble that carried the absolute weight of a Warlord's promise. "A moon cycle here is a moon cycle there. The dimensional plates mirror one another. They are not aging without you. When we return, it will be exactly as we left it."
Roxy stared into his golden eyes, searching for any flicker of deceit. Finding none, a massive, shuddering breath of relief escaped her parted lips. The crushing weight on her chest instantly lifted.
"Okay," Roxy whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as the exhaustion finally pulled her under. "Okay. Good."
