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Tears streamed down Caithe's cheeks, no words able to express how she felt at that moment. They talked for hours about the adventures of the Sentinel's and the UO, finally ending with Oblivion's defeat. She told them she was with child, his child, and after many more tears and joy at the news they walked outside into the darkness together. In the cool air of the night they buried Kahu under the stars, surrounded by family, mourning his life and celebrating new life just how her love would have wanted. He was home. They both were.

**

The black and gold cruiser flew slowly overhead the Red City, passing the ruins of the Sentinel's Keep in the distance and landing gently on the landing pad just outside the Royal Matranian Palace. Caithe stepped outside and was greeted by a soldier holding a overflowing file of papers ready for her to took at, "Good morning, Minister. Sorry to bother you as soon as you're off the ship but these are the urgent documents I was ordered to give you."

"Just the urgent ones?" Caithe raised an eyebrow, already exasperated. She took them from his hands and began to skim through some of them as they walked, "Thank you. I'll be sure to send them forward when I'm done."

"Her Royal Highness also wishes to see you as soon as possible," he said, "That is, of course, when you've rested from your trip."

"Right, right," she nodded, "I'll meet with her tonight."

The soldier stopped and hesitated, "Minister?" Caithe turned to face him in confusion, "I...I hope you found peace."

His words shocked her. The fact that he knew where she had gone, for one, but knowing that even soldiers were concerned enough for her well being touched her grief-stricken heart. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders after she had visited Kahu's family and she felt lighter, more hopeful than she had felt in weeks. She still cried herself to sleep most nights, nightmares of Oblivion plaguing her dreams until she reluctantly wore Kahu's dreamcatcher, but each time she did a new sadness enveloped her and brought her back to mourning. It would take a long time - months, maybe years - but one day she would look upon their memories together and not feel her heart break. One day.

Caithe smiled and looked down, her fingers brushing the charm tied around her neck, "Yes, I think I did."

**

"Of course," Farha huffed, placing a hand on her hip as they held the spy hostage, "I'm not a child anymore."

A grin escaped her lips, breaking her facade. This new world suited the two assassins just fine.

**

Caithe visited the disbanded Ultimate Organization often, bringing them news from the Empire, some bad but mostly good, though she knew the news they really wanted to hear was something she had none of. Many times she had gone to Shaman Noporta, offering the elder her assistance in finding a cure for the curse but the Shaman preferred to work alone and shooed Caithe away any time she tried to help. After the fifth or sixth visit the Wordsmith eventually gave up and sent letters instead, asking the Shaman for frequent updates. When Noporta did respond, however, there was never any good news.

She saw Nulix the most. In their shared loss of their significant others they found quiet support in each others company. Caithe never asked him how he felt about Bella and in return he never asked how she felt about Kahu. They both knew - no words were needed - so instead they just sat together in the same room, chatting idly and taking care of Empire business.

Much to Anaszia's subtle disappointment, Caithe's child was a sweet, healthy baby boy. He looked like Kahu in every way, but as the years went by and he steadily grew older he took on Caithe's temperament. Quiet, cunning and curious, when he learned how to speak he asked Caithe hundreds of questions about everything. When he wasn't asking questions he was reading books. She named him Roen Azleir. There were many people she could've named him after but she figured he had enough of a burden being the son of the Wordsmith, First Minister of the Crown and Spite Mask, a powerful and intelligent Phoenix who also happened to be a Sentinel and a revered war hero. No, Roen was his own person and she made sure he knew it.

The night she gave birth to Roen was a beautiful late summers evening. Cicadas chirped softly in the distance and a gentle breeze coming from the open balcony door blew white silk curtains into the room. Sweat cooled on her forehead while she leaned back into the pillows of her bed and cradled the newborn in her arms. Everyone who had come to visit had left her to rest so she closed her exhausted eyes and listened to the soft chime of wind charms in the distance, lolling her to sleep. She dreamed that night of Kahu sitting beside her and Roen, simply caressing her hair as they talked about everything and anything they could think of. Caithe looked up at him, the man she loved, the father of her child, the friend she had lost and whispered softly into the night, "I love you too."

When she woke up the baby had been placed in his crib and Caithe's pillow was damp, but as she sat up in the white sheets and basked in the warm morning sunlight, she knew everything would be alright.