For this was a quiet time, to enjoy simply watching her breathe, to live in her presence and be thankful for every beat of her heart. He'd been so close to losing her. He couldn't bear to think about that, and his spike of guilt as he did made the windows rattle in their frames. He was getting too worked up already. He'd wanted more time than this, but he had to leave his vigil for tonight, before his magic erupted and killed the fresh flowers he'd picked for her from the garden. He didn't fancy explaining that to her, so he got up and tiptoed sadly, quietly from the room.