Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.
Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.