There's much I need to report in my journal, but there's one thing that needs to be said before anything else: beyond all hope, my Iorhael has returned. He's home. With me. We don't know for how long, and upon leaving, when he'll be back again. But nothing in life is sure, is it? Iorhael is back with me now. Because it's taller than we are . . . what's between us. And it's golden and touches the sky. And that's all that matters. I'll write more later, for right now, a'maelamin is here.