( Ah... his fingers curl around Ish's hand in his, as if he could grasp his heart exactly that gently. )

I know. I trust you. ( Gently, and earnest. ) ... And as much as it pains me that you go, I'd rather that you move as you please.

( So the wind blows, and the river flows. Hwylryn is this, and so he would want it for Ish. )

And that gives us time to anticipate returning to one another, right? I like being with you . . . but thinking about you has been sweet, too. And now I can think about the things we might do in the future.

( However nebulous . . . if there exists one constant - that they would be enough - is that not enough to wheel the infinite realm of excitement and imagination? Isn't that more than enough? )