Nysha's tone softened. "Purpose is heavier when no one shares it."
Ashwing flicked his tail, interrupting with a huff. "If you two start brooding again, I'm flying off to find breakfast."
The tension broke, just slightly. Lindarion exhaled, almost a laugh. "Go, then."
The dragon grumbled, flapping away toward the treetops.
When he was gone, Nysha spoke again, her voice lower. "If you fall," she said, "I'll burn half the continent pulling you out."
He looked at her then, properly, golden eyes gleaming faintly under the morning light. "Then let's make sure I don't fall."
She nodded once, then turned to leave.
Lindarion stayed behind a little longer, watching the mist part where the sun began to burn it away. His thoughts drifted, not to Dythrael this time, but to Luneth.
