[Guest Room]

Inigo squeezed her hand, only now beginning to realize how much his presence meant to her. It struck him as almost funny, how much a person can matter even in the vast gulfs of eternity that she surely can draw from. Her statement about him still being away drove the point home, and made him regret his snapish comment to her earlier.

"Well, I know I'm not dreaming. And this can't be your dream, because I'm so much older. Realistically older even." He gestured with a free hand to his greying hair. "What sort of dream has your husband like this, instead of in his prime?"