And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Mavda did comment, sometimes, that they seemed perfectly made for each other - a matched set, meek and meek.

But, by and large, Mavda had not seen him fight. And Mavda had certainly seen Elena chatting spiritedly with her husband, feeling along his garbled communication only by sheer intuition.

She'd be standing there with a broom forgotten in her hands, tendrils waving grimly at her shoulder, batting grimace for grawlix, and it'd hurt all the worse to see how weak he knew she'd become if he didn't make his return trip quick, and dart back out there to the towers again.