Lynn looked at the tearful woman in his arms and felt her sobbing.
It was not fear, but the relief of finally laying down a crushing burden.
This woman, who had lived for over a thousand years, was now in his arms like a little girl who had just been given candy.
"My lord, I don't mind. I'm willing to do anything."
Melisandre lifted her head. Her eyes, no longer quite so uncanny, held a resolve unlike anything before.
She had lived so long and weathered every kind of storm.
Yet she had never felt as alive as she did now.
Lynn smiled.
He released her, letting Melisandre straighten up and step out of his embrace.
"Your body is very weak."
Lynn pointed to the soft, spacious bed in the room.
"Go rest first."
A blush rose in Melisandre's cheeks.
She glanced at the bed, then at Lynn.
The meaning in her eyes needed no words.
Lynn understood, but he did not take her up on it.
This woman had just returned from the dead and undergone a tremendous transformation of her soul. Both her mind and body were at their most vulnerable.
He was not the sort of man who took advantage of someone in distress.
Tomorrow would be soon enough.
"Get some good sleep."
Lynn's voice was gentle.
"When you wake up, I'll tell you about those interesting things."
"Yes, my lord."
Melisandre did not insist.
She could feel the concern in Lynn's voice, and it was not feigned.
She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone care about her.
She walked to the bed and slowly lay down.
The moment her body touched the soft bedding, an unprecedented wave of exhaustion swept over her.
She closed her eyes and almost instantly fell into a