Lucia,
For every morning I awake, I wake to your warming hand upon my cheek, and that bright smile which brings my heart to flutter, and my courage return; to realize only then it is but the sun, greeting the skies.
Though of course; to me, you outshine even this, another night and another person assisted, another call for help answered and yet for all the joy, it might bring, I feel none but fleeting gladness. I have not since, that day.
I was asked, the other night; why I never smile, it was, almost funny enough a question to cause it, but the truth is always simpler, you were my smile. Always will be.
I'll be leaving Bree soon my love, assisting with the Roads to Combe and Stadle. Until our next conversation.
Aric.
