The fog thinned, then cleared. Soon after, the limbomites began trickling back, lining up once more for their meals.
Renny's brow lifted when he saw Maeril at Baro's side, with the soul key around her neck, her demeanor softened, her eyes almost tender. He had actually pulled it off. Renny shook his head, half-amused, half-in disbelief.
"You truly are a Don," he muttered. "Even here in Hell."
Baro's grin widened, pride written across his weathered face. "Never doubt me, my boy."
Maeril urged them to sit again, pressing food upon them before their departure. They did not refuse, bowls steaming, flavors rich, a final taste of her warmth.
When the time came to leave, Baro lingered. He and Maeril shared a long, warm embrace, her arms tight around his shoulders. Their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss before parting.
And with that, they stepped out of Drosvale, the haze waiting to swallow them once more.
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