"I have a life without you. A child. A lover." "You could start over. You could forget all of that." Eyren touched the carefully woven baby wrap, imagining how it would look on Nathye. She smiled sadly. "I could never forget Nathye, or his mother. Or the place of my birth, where I must return as soon as possible. But I can't right now, because I must get back to my home. To my family."