"... And mine, Alabaster Donohue." Her smile faltered, but Saga's voice remained steady-- as did her hand, her finger extended to draw the shape of her newest rune into the air. As before, it glowed red, provoking a similar response beneath Alabaster's feet. Then, all at once, it exploded upwards and, when she'd stopped blinking, he was gone.

With a sigh, she leaned back against the table. That was that, and things would go back to the way they'd been.

... So then why did she feel so forlorn about it?