Chapter VI: A MARRIAGE…OF SORTSHe spent at least part of every day in the room. Witon stayed beside the bed of the recovering creature, talking, until the patient could no longer continue, till he faded into healing slumber. But each day the time grew longer; each time their bond grew stronger.
“Tell me of your life, Persky.” He couched a gentle request, made with the familiarity of having spent four whole days together.
Witon had learned the Elf lad's name on the first, but since then had only discussed such things as literature and the strange tales of their land, of Witon's life, his parents, and his family's rise to prominence, descendants of a line of the earliest settlers of Minra Enra. Witon even told him of his eyes and the myth that there was once a Centaur among his ancestors,
