karou was laughing , and nodding , and liraz was sobbing and laughing , and they fell against each other , the canteen between them , its precious cap replaced , and their relief was a shared country , because against her senses karou had felt the stir of stormhunters ' wings , and the high roaming wind of the adelphas mountains , the beautiful , mournful , eternal song of the wind flutes that filled their caves with music , and also : a note that she did n't remember from before .