He smiled at her words. He could tell that she was tired beyond real thought, and that . . . something within her was weakening. Threatening to break through. He smiled a little more as he stepped up behind her, touching her lightly on the shoulder. "It is. And it can all wait till morning now. You're making me sleepy." He lead her back inside, the glory of the prior moment fresh in his mind. It was like a step of destiny had been fulfilled . . . and there was only one real thing to do now. Start on the next step. Unifying their land. Setting everything into it's proper place.

Shoving such thoughts from his mind, he headed towards the rooms that had been empty next to his own, and found two servants standing outside, waiting for "the lady of the night" to come looking for her bed.

"You can go," Saker told them gently. "She'll not need help tonight. Nor will I. Go to your families, share with them the news that Manetheren is truly whole again.

"Yes, milord," they said, dropping quick curtsies before disappearing as only servants could. Saker pushed open the door and lead Alaren in. There was a door between his room and hers . . . though he hoped that one day, there would be no need for two rooms . . . again shoving such thoughts out of his mind, he looked around quickly. While not glamorous, the room had come a long ways in the perhaps three hours that the servants had had to prepare it. He lead her to the bed and pushed her down to sit on the edge of it.

"Now . . . to get you ready to sleep. Tomorrow, we can go on a ride around the city, and I can take you out to the Band's camp. You can see how they've grown. I think it'll even make you proud . . ." he trailed off, looking up and meeting her eyes, finding his voice suddenly very very far away . . .