They had always made sure the other knew that they weren’t alone. When one felt as if though they had to take on their burdens alone, the other would remind them either subtly or bluntly so they knew it was never a one-man or one-woman job. All one needed to do was lean on the other. Wesley had to be reminded of that because he had forgotten that for a while. Besides, they were to be married, so he had to stop acting like a lone wolf. That was Jaakuna’s job.

[color=sienna][i]He’s not going to be too happy if he hears you say that.[/i][/color] Hashmal chuckled at Wesley’s thought.

He would ignore Hashmal and concentrate on Nadeline’s face and the words she spoke. He remembered them and made sure to lock them in a safe so he could go back to them whenever he needed a reminder. “[color=fff79a]I don’t know where or what I would be without you.[/color]” He took her hands and raised them up with hers. “[color=fff79a]You are my rock, Nadeline Lenore. You are the compass that guides me out of the deep forest of my own doubts; the light that guides me from my own insecure darkness.[/color]” Wesley smiled at her, letting the moment linger on just for a bit longer.
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Savayna let out an annoyed sigh. Why was it so hard for her to know what he wanted? Honest to the gods, when he [i]was[/i] talking, she couldn’t wait for him to shut up, but now that he has shut up (for good it seems), she wished he’d say something. Maybe this was what Grant was experiencing; feeling that the Occuria have a weird way of finding amusement. 

Out came another sigh, she started walking. “[color=lightblue]Come along, Grant, the Mute,[/color]” she snapped her fingers, “[color=lightblue]if you can’t talk, then we’re going to find alternative methods for you.[/color]” She said, waiting for him to follow her.