He walked into the living room to find Sirena sleeping softly on the couch. Newt smiled a little before walking over to the couch. He gently pulled the book from her limp fingers and placed it aside. "Newtie...?" "Hey," he smiled at her softly, "I'm gonna bring ya up to bed now, okay?" Sirena weakly raised her arms. Newt smiled again and gently picked her up. Sirena buried her chin in his warm body as he carried her up the stairs to bed.
All left him save Arwen, and she stood alone by his bed. And for all her wisdom and lineage she could not forbear to plead with him to stay yet for a while. She was not yet weary of her days, and thus she tasted the bitterness of the mortality that she had taken upon her.