Aurora looked down at the fist, then back at the Yevethan. "Er, okay. You've come to offer me something." She held out her hand, cautiously, to receive it, whatever it was.
At that moment, Arion came in, and stood in the doorway, behind the stranger. "Am I.... interrupting anything?"
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins---
but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.