Lith was about to say it was nothing much, when Lark’s glare nailed him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Glad you’ve learned your lesson.” The Count chuckled. “And thank you, Solus. Thank you for all the help you’ve given my family for all these years.”

Lark walked up to the flabbergasted Solus, took her hand in his, and kissed it.

“Well, this is our goodbye, so goodbye.”

Just like he had come, the consciousness of Trequill Lark disappeared from the soul of Varegrave, leaving a deep hole behind.

As Lark’s host, Varegrave knew how much the old Count missed his children and how worried he was for them. Varegrave knew Lark’s many regrets for the too many things he had left unspoken, thinking he had lots of time left to live.