She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters?

I like to read the ending first.

He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.

Love can give a person strength to break through glamours and magicks.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.