Alaric held Emerald tightly, his chin resting in the soft curve of her neck as he whispered, "The moon."

The sea breeze tousled their hair, and a shadow flickered in Alaric's eyes.

Emerald stirred slightly in his arms, her voice soft as she called, "Aric... Aric..."

"I'm here." His arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to pull her so close she became a part of him.

Emerald pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a bit unsteady. "You saw her."

"Mm."

Sensing her discomfort, Alaric scooped her up without hesitation. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Aric. I...