Valon looked at his lover. There was definitely something wrong, he could still feel pain in Bram's chest. It worried the Kaftrigian greatly. Then Bram's last comment registered in his brain. He turned to look worriedly at his lover. After everything...was Bram going to leave him again.

Enomwoyl watched the play of silent communication between the two men. She smiled softly taking a large mouthful of her wine. "Bram, that will be unnecessary, your leaving. You two are not the only two to speak with the goddess."

Valon's eye's grew huge at the comment. He switched between looking at his mother and at Bram. "Metana...what?" She threw up a hand to stop him.

"I knew you weren't returning my son. The goddess came to me when you were still a within me, many, many years ago. She did not foretell your death, but that you would be our salvation, you and your mate." Enomwoyl smiled at the pair.