The snow was melting, and Aislin was standing in front of the peach orchard, staring at it rather wistfully.
" They'll bloom in spring," he said.
" It's unusual to grow peaches in this part of the country, isn't it?" Henry asked.
" My grandfather met his wife while he was out picking peaches," Aislin said. " He planted these here after she passed away."
" That's sweet," Henry said. " Getting them to grow right must've taken a lot of hard work."
Aislin seemed distracted, but he smiled.
" Mm, you're right," he said.
" It's no good to act like he's already gone," Henry said. " We all still have... time together."
... These were uncertain words.
If Aislin was in the demon lord's way, he'd almost certainly die.
if he was...
" You're right," Aislin said. " ...I should be by him while I can."