It was easy to draw her to her feet and she instinctively moved to his side, settling against him without placing her weight on him. A part of her was still tired, so tired, but being near him gave her life and energy again. It felt good. He was all she needed.

"Lead the way, beloved." Softly and in Quenya. It was easier to slip into Quenya for the moment, the languages of this world still feeling heavy and unwieldy on her tongue.