When Sanria told Colin she had given the rose away, the relief that crossed his features troubled her. She didn't understand how or why he could be so pleased to see the rose gone and it made her a little hurt that something so special to her could be so gladly removed.
Later, in the cool of the evening, Sanria sat in the bed with Colin. She had to face the fact that her feelings were beginning to change. The dreams of tea with Throm, of his eyes, and her growing discontent with staying in the cavern - it were as though she had somewhere she needed to go. Someplace was calling to her, she just didn't know where. Colin pulled her to face him, "Sanria... Throm is... He's dead. No matter what you remember, nothing will change that."
"I know... I just, can't help but... I don't know."
"And if you need to go somewhere... we can all go. We can take a trip, all three of us..."
Sanria looked at Colin, his eyes welling with unshed tears. The worry she saw on his face was clear. "Sanria Stone, I can't lose you again. I followed you everywhere, even when you were with Throm, I always found a way. If I lost you... I don't know what I'd do."
Sanria looked down at Colin's hands in hers. She was pregnant, she had a child, she had a husband, she had... a home. She slowly looked back to Colin and melted into an embrace. "I will go to the Druid Grove... maybe they can stop the memories from coming back."
The embrace grew tight and Colin kissed her head. "I promise you, we have time to make many, many more memories."
Sanria let out a long sigh and nodded in return. Perhaps this was exactly where she was supposed to be and everything had happened in order to keep it that way. She drifted off to her dreams wrapped in Colin's large arms where Throm sat beside her hunched in a blanket, a cup of tea in his hand.
