Oh, there is no question they will stay together, one way or another. If the Hells couldn't tear them apart, and a whole new universe pulled them back together, they're in this for life. This life, and the next, he thinks, and returns to his own sitting spot to make another label for the next row.

Her eyes are brighter than the sky.

"I think...we're in accord, there," he says softly. "I would be sorry to miss the camaraderie of the other Hellriders, but they're just as certain in their purpose as they ever were. They welcome me, but they don't need me. I think Faerun will do well enough without us, if we have to choose between worlds forever."

There's a shadow of a smile, again. "We ought to keep our options open, perhaps, but I'm glad your feelings on the matter are the same as mine. Hellriders don't retire, but perhaps we've been reassigned."