“A tear trickled from his cheek to his chin and then dripped. “Tyr,” I whispered. He was crying. For me. My heart squeezed, and my throat clogged with emotion. He held one of my hands gingerly, stroking his thumb over my palm. Instead of pulling it up to his face, he brought his face to my hand. Ryn, he thought, full lips pressed together. I’m going to get you out of here. I swear. Please hold on.”
