How lucky she was, to have found Kaj and to have tumbled into his wings- both now in her terror and so long ago, when they had just met. Lucky, to have found the stallion that completed her in ways she never expected. Where Kahlua let her erratic emotions fuel her actions, Kaj was steady. Where Kahlua was trusting and simple of mind, Kaj was smart and logical. Where Kahlua was weak and scared, Kaj was strong and brave. But, where Kaj sometimes lost hope, sometimes found himself lost in depression, Kahlua was brilliant and bright, finding hope where she could; though, she could relate to his sorrows from time to time. How unlucky, then, that she didn't know what she had, could not put it into words, had no mind to do so. But words or not, she knew she was happier to have him near- and that was all that mattered.

And finally, that tiny smile turned into tiny laughter, a chuckle, just a whisper of a sound, but it was there, breaking through the darkness that awaited them beyond the threshold. The sound was brought on by joy, pure elation, that she had finally settled the matter. Kaj had forgiven her, would always forgive her, would be there for her even when she took a wrong step or fell victim to her tumultuous emotions. Perhaps lucky did not even begin to describe the good it did to have him in her life.

So it was that, while she would never have thought of any of the things he said on her own, she was glad for his opinion, for his consideration, for his trust in her. The heart cannot always follow orders from another. She tossed the words around for a moment, bobbing her head in agreement, as if she could ever disagree with him, and offered with a sigh, “It's just that it's terrible to always have to run.” The words were not meant as argument or to try and convince him, it was obvious he knew what she felt, perhaps even better than she had articulated it. Mauja's story simply made her think of her own, in some ways. If only there was a trial to rid her of the nightmares.

“Thank you,” was really all she could offer, in the end. What was there to say? She had been dreading the mountainous task she had set before herself. After all, how could she, Glazier though she was (or had been, she did not feel Lady Moon's magic flowing through her veins; perhaps she was being punished for her indiscretions as a wraith?), convince the others? Their hurt ran so deep, the memories of dragons so long... and advocating for Mauja, a partner on his side, would set her apart from all the others. Would they outcast her with him? The very thought left her heartbroken. But no, not with Kaj on her side. She had faith they would not throw him out to the wilds.

“And the others?” she said finally, happy to have set the trial in some sort of motion. “Did they.... did the rest make it out ok?”