*And he will. He will dance with her in the springtime, in the new grass that will grow out by the lake. He will move with her as he does now, whirling with the growing joy of living, of the return of life to the world. They go through the steps again, just that much faster, pulling away and circling, then together again, circling still. His eyes are on her, holding every detail (her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes hold that joyful half-focus of a dancer, the light movement of her steps) in case when the time comes, she does not come back. He knows she will go, for that is the kind of person she is. It might not be what he wants, but he will not hold her back. Yrael had his choice made for him, so long ago, and he would not do that to her, however much it hurts him. Barely, he keeps his song from faltering. In a quick moment, he gives her a briliant white smile.*