At first it was a snorting chuckle that forced its way up from his stomach with such strength that he had to turn away from Nykk. When he had thought the fit passed he braved a look at his Aes Sedai’s face and this time the amusement rang free as a booming laughter lifted into the Garden canopy above them before gliding upon the wings of robins who’d been startled by the noise. Bittersweet pain tugged at his ribs as he tumbled onto his back and let joyful convulsions rumble through every fiber of his being. Whenever it seemed that sense had reclaimed him, Val would sigh in relief only to be consumed by the uncontrolled mirth once more. It was foolish beyond measure—even an ox-brain like him knew that. She hadn’t said anything funny and Sisters could be a fickle sort if they didn’t have control of the situation. Women were little better in that respect; most people didn’t take kindly to being laughed at when it came down to it.
Still Val roared. Tears jumped from his eyes as the mad glee left his lungs squeezed dry and curled him into a ball. At some point his head found its way into Nykkolaia’s lap. By then he’d sobered some, only plagued by smaller quakes at unexpected junctures of silence. Finally the last gasp of a giggle left him and he lay there, head resting in the soft blue folds of an Aes Sedai’s dress feeling something he’d never experienced before with another person.
Content.
After some time passed and Val was certain another fit wasn’t on the way he thought about what he should say. He didn’t turn to look at her right away. He guessed her face would be sternly looking down on him. Probably slightly frowning in that way she does…the one where her lips are in a straight line, but her eyes are pinning up by my trousers against the wall. Light, I might like that…
In that instant he realized where his head rested. Expecting a rush of blood to fill his cheeks he tensed, readying to spring to his feet and apologize awkwardly for the offense. The feeling never came. The uncomfortable stiffness imposed partially by Tower formality and in part due to the nature of their character no longer served as a barrier that separated them. Somehow with her answer, Nykk had accomplished what no one in his twenty-something winters had ever accomplished.
His heart swelled with emotion; some he understood and others he couldn’t acknowledge at the moment. Before they would have to break away, before their shyness would separate them again, Val wanted to savor this unsullied moment. Letting the Void go, he imagined he could hear the dull drumming of Nykk’s heart. It hardly mattered whether hate or love fueled the reaction, but just knowing it beat for him was enough.
Finally he turned about, the dress’s cloth rumpling with his movement as he turned his face up to her. What sunlight managed to break through the canopy formed a halo about her head. The image was reminded him of that time when the candlelight shimmered beauteously around her and Val felt his unworthiness more keenly than any other time in his life.
“Sorry about all that,” he spoke. Throat raw, Val’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Just odd bein’ called human after first bein’ someone’s ware and then becomin’ a servant of the Light. Not much room fer bein’ human. And you…yer wrong.”
He didn’t move or explain. She probably wanted him to get up; Light knew how heavy he must’ve been on her legs. It was the smallness of the space separating them that rooted him stubbornly to the spot. They were touching…not like with the village girls or the Master’s buyers. They were really touching each other. As people…as people who cared about one another.
“You might pass fer human, but without you at my side, I’ll never be nuthin’ more’n half a man. A broken one at that.”

