[When he does arrive at his destination, Darkleer has to stop. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful Summoner looks. It's so apparent here now, however. The sight of him sitting by the window, brilliant colors almost dulled by the weather outside and their situation...]

[He has to catch his breath.]

[Coming closer, he kneels by him and offers it.]

I had the most peculiar dream that I proposed to a taken troll who was also quite below my years, only I realized when I checked your voicemail that it was a curse. I thought it only proper that I make it up to you.