Betrys is half-afraid that his body will already have begun to discolour, like the bodies of soldiers on the battlefield, but he looks nearly the same as when they took him away from her. Small, too small, with delicate features and the promise of a mouth shaped like his father's, eyes closed. She almost expects him to open his eyes to them again.

Her legs are trembling beneath her, but she's determined to be strong for her husband. "Cullen..."