"Sooo…. When our travels finally come to an end," I add quietly, "we’ll come back to the States. Maybe even build ourselves… a little nest." I peek at him shyly. "In the meantime, I’ll keep training, keep practicing… until I’m strong enough to heal more than just one in need. Without it draining me."
Ragnar nods, flashing that bright, proud grin.
A gust of wind hits us.
Summer is only just beginning in Iceland. The sun hangs low on the horizon, the water gleaming like liquid gold.
"Look," Ragnar says, pointing upward. "The gyrfalcon, he’s flying so high…"
We watch the white shape rising into the wide sky.
He turns to me with a smile that lights up his whole face.
"It almost looks like he’s trying to follow the sun…"
Then he looks at me. And that's everything.
I'm a whole world again.
THE END