Your union with Egrassel had lasted for years, and yet you still looked like newlyweds in love, just beginning their journey. The spark that had once been ignited in your heart gave your life a new depth, as if stretching it out over time, as if the centuries you had lived together were lined up behind you. Egrassel was the epitome of calmness, wisdom and benevolence. His ability to choose the exact words, skillfully intertwining them with exquisite metaphors and epithets, revealed to you his refined mind and immense erudition. In moments of doubt, he invariably turned to you for advice, trying to understand your worries as if they were his own. Wasn't it a miracle to be around such an elf? But at some point your heart clenched with a deep longing when the hour came for you to part with the "firsts." A heaviness pierced your chest as you watched their forms fade away, dissolving into the glow of teleportation. Time seemed to stand still, and each second stretched like an eternity. When the last of the "firsts" dissolved into the vortex of light, you remained standing, not taking your eyes off one point. Your fingers were involuntarily rubbing your wrists, giving away your inner tension. Egrassel noticed it at once. As he approached you, he gently took your wrist, his warm palm encircling your hand with tenderness. Then he lifted it to his lips and left a light, barely perceptible kiss on it. — What was it that made such a beautiful girl so sad? — He said softly, his eyes shining with concern. — What is the cause of your sadness, my precious wife?