"It is not," he says, glancing over at the beam of moonlight on the wall. "I did not mean to wake you so soon, but I could not help myself."

Skellig sighs softly.

"It is...becoming easier, each time that I wake beside you. To feel grounded and connected to this world. There is less haze in my mind." His fingertip traces a long, steady line over her forearm. "The lines are stronger."