Alec gingerly touched his hair, shoulders, and arms, his expression almost feral in its intensity and distrust. After a moment, however, the look disappeared, replaced by the most wondrous look of relief Seregil had ever seen.
"O Illior, it is you. You're alive," Alec gasped, tears welling in his eyes. "That bastard! I should have guessed, but the blood, your voice, everything. But you're alive!"
Shuddering, he grabbed Seregil in a fierce embrace.
"Last time I looked," Seregil rasped, his throat tight with emotion as he hugged Alec to him.
Stalking Darkness - Lynn Flewelling
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