There was a tiny sigh when he touched her hair, a happy sigh. She might be strong, she might be powerful, but right now she liked being in his arms as if he could protect her. She rocked herself a little in his arms and finally she met his eyes again.

"You're going to go," she agreed, readily enough, "You're free. But freedom is nothing alone. Will you go with me? I can show you what freedom really means, Lindsey. And you can show me your strength. I need someone strong. My knight has left me."