No One Mourns the Wicked

She returned the hug and held Megara tight.

"Does that mean you're coming with me?" she hopefully asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. She didn't dare to break the hug before Megara did - she wanted the moment to last forever.

Megara went stiff, but hugged her back, albeit tensely.

"Yes," she said after a long pause, her voice small. A tear slipped out, holding too many emotions to count, and soaked into the material of Runi's clothes. "Yes, I am."