There was no world outside at that moment, it had been suspended, rendered insignificant by the powers that ran through the earth and rock and night sky.

And the soft laugh that followed Rhiannon's utterance seemed to ripple through the dark to seal the moment for the three of them. "Lovely sentiment," came the soft lilt, the smile on his face clear, but no indication as to which of her utterances was drawing the descriptor. But the humour could be felt, like a warm wash across limbs and mind.

Cian himself wasn't exactly sure what had taken place, but the urgent need to bring her there, then, that night, had proven to be as important as he had felt it to be. He took her hand and turned toward the ledge, crossing toward it where the scattered crystals lay bathed in the cleansing moonlight, each a different size and shape. He ran his eyes over them, one drawing him to it. He picked it up and held it in his palm, looking at her briefly then at the crystals again.