"Can't you stay?" Merianethel sounds wistful. "Thelarouvien is hardly important." "It is not Thelarouvien I intend to avoid." Inric picks up his hat from the big dresser. "I noticed Yllianvarar brought a blessing to the library." "Yes, since he found Varin's grave." "You do not wish to join him for it?" Merianethel smiles, the same smile that Varin had loved so much. "I said my farewells long ago. It's not for me, or Varin. It's for Anvar." She steps closer. "And for you, Invar, if you want."