It was only then as they walked the hill, their child in tow, that Beverly could put their troubles far away and revel in the joy of the family he'd fought to bring back together, despite all odds. He loved the elf, with both his hearts he loved her, just as he loved their "Little Monster", Akandoroh.

Still, the time came for the question, as there was much she did not know or could not remember. "Beverly?", she asked in that young, yet eloquent voice that soothed his equinesque ears, "Were there times when you thought about giving up on all this? On Akandoroh and I?"

A wind would blow gently past them, and he would stretch out his torso before he replied; "As well thou knoweth, Flynnarill, I art not a saint."