Eleanor watched as Jenna slowly went on her knees, her hand resting on Conaan's forehead. Her eyes closed, and she brought the other hand to rest right on his very faint heartbeat.

Eleanor felt her tears freeze in her eyes, her fingers clenching together. She closed her eyes, everything they had shared rolling off like a clip behind her eyes. His warmth, his smile, his smell, his eyes...

She sighed and opened her eyes just as a hand came over her shoulder. Slowly, she turned to Eric. He had a small smile, and he lifted his eyes to Conaan.

"I am sure he will be just fine."

She nodded, then...