Strength, Not Weakness

Ileus sighed, turning his face to the moon that was barely giving any light to the ocean. Even the stars were hazy because of the clouds that drifted intermittently carried by strong gusts of winds. He closed his eyes. "So many lives have been lost and still we haven't been able to find Iona. Will we ever be able to?" He glanced at his wife's face who was now peering at him and said, "We will go to Draoidh, my love, for only that place is secure for you." She frowned as if sensing the weight of the situation. "What are you thinking?" he asked.