Brandon was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, the sheets pushed down around his waist.
Yverine was pressed against his left side, her bare leg draped over his thigh, one arm resting across his stomach.
Eira lay on his right with her head tucked against his shoulder.
"She told you everything?"
Hearing his words, Eira shifted a little closer and murmured near his ear "...Yeah, she told us everything about what happened in the five hundred years."
Yverine's hand slowly tightened on his stomach and just listened, her cheek resting against his chest.
Eira continued, "It must have been hard for you to stay like that and fight for years in a foreign place... without even knowing if you will even come back."
"I kept thinking about it after she finished talking. Five hundred years… and you still came back to us."
Brandon remained quiet for a while after Eira's words.
"…It didn't always feel like five hundred years," he muttered under his breath.
