Momentarily disoriented, Jamie looked around and quickly realized that he was in the room at the monastery, his hand still bandaged from his injury. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again, longing to hold his wife in his arms once more. The dream had felt so real, the warmth of her touch, the love in her eyes, and he yearned for the comfort and solace that only she could provide. The longing in his heart grew, and he silently wished to be back with her as they were before, to feel the gentle press of her lips against his, to hear her voice whispering words of love and reassurance.