Galadan merely watches her a moment more, winter-grey eyes calm and steady, mouth curving so very faintly.

"Well you might, Jennifer Lowell, I will not gainsay it. I have not the right."

He pauses, then.

"But I do wish you joy, and what peace you may find outside the bounds even my brother knows."

The Wolflord bows then, deep and graceful and sure, stepping back and away before fading into the forest.

There is nothing for him here, now, and his business elsewhere is not yet finished.

There will be other days.

There always are.