"We will be," Lio agrees softly. Or at least they'll do their damnedest. His fingers freeze at the touch of those lips, expression softening further as he leans into Galo, near to melting under the gentle attention, even if his skin feels on the verge of oversensitive still.

"That's right. It's time to rebuild. It's not going to be easy, but... I know we can do it." Meis and Gueira will help. All the other dragons will, even if they'll need time to adjust to not being always on the run, always hunted. Lio knows human sentiment will take time to change too, but the truth is out now.

It's begun, the first blessed drops of rain washing away the dust and desperation of a long drought, except instead of rain they're returning the flame to the land that has too long been out of balance without it.