She went to him at dawn.
Not because dawn was significant or ceremonial or the right hour for reaching across the boundary between human and divine — she had already established that her power did not care about ceremony. She went at dawn because she was awake and the wager was complete and she had never been a person who sat on finished things, who held a decision in her hands after it had been made and waited for a more appropriate moment to act on it. The decision was made. The moment was now. Dawn was simply what the sky was doing when now arrived.
Kaelis was awake.
He had not gone back to sleep after the third hour, or if he had it had not lasted, and when she sat forward from the headboard with the quality of someone who had decided something he opened his eyes and looked at her and did not ask if she was sure because he knew her well enough to know that sure was not a question she needed answered by anyone except herself and she had already answered it.
