"Those two are romantics. Not many wardens get in relationships at all, never mind married. But you're right. All signs point to the Wardens changing something about themselves."

There were too few left and the Blight itself was different. Not just changed by the gods, but the knowledge of what it was changed things. He sighed softly, not wanting to sink into the kind of reflection he was eventually going to have to face just then. Instead he smiled, a little mischievously, and leaned fully backwards to lay on his back on the blanket, doing his best to drag Lucanis with him so the Crow was sprawled on Davrin's chest, nestled between his legs. The opposite of their arrangement only a few minutes ago.

"Not sure I know how to change like that."