cave of the doorway

she cried angrily, pacing the room shaking fists at demons that weren't there.
"i'll bring him back. whatever it takes, i will," knowing full-well that just might mean his life.
she stopped moving; she cried harder. but these were the sweet tears of relief, not bitter from sorrow.
she came to him and hugged him. a meeting of eyes, and the locking of lips. it was not a lustful kiss, but a kiss of love nonetheless. a kiss he had waited many years for. a kiss that he would have paid blood for not too long ago. oh, how he wanted to hold her there and confess his love. his love to a woman that loved not he, but the fool he had just sworn to save. he wanted to hold her in his arms and take her there in the shallow of the evening. but she couldn't know. not yet anyway. not with him still prisoner and his blood beating yet.
so he did nothing--silent as he ever was. when the kiss finished, she lowered his eyes from him. her cheeks now flush was color, but not from rage or sadness. she could sense what he had thought, and felt embarrassed for him--felt pity. she could never love him. before, mayhap, but never now. never now. she knew where his destiny lie, and it wasn't bright for long. she turned and left the small room. stopping at the doorway on to whisper, "thank you....and goodbye."
tell her this is the last time you'll ever see her in this world! screamed his brain, but another voice told him she already knew. and that was the voice he always trusted. the voice of the regrets of his past.
so he stood silently.