Indeed, they had been gone long enough to be worried after.

He walked (and rode) in silence, not speaking again until he'd closed the castle gate behind them, and Bronx had run up to greet his returned clan.

He turned to Elisa again. "I owe you an apology."

It seemed so long ago now to him, but by her memory, he had only recently knocked her off the top of a dam the last time a battle had seemed more important than heeding her reason. Would he ever stop owing her an apology?