Randver wanted to say it too. He wanted to say "I love you" but for now, it would not come out. Too much had happened and he was still too sore to say it. He did love her, he just couldn't say the words. Not yet, soon maybe, but not yet.
Instead, what he said was, 'thank you.'
The fireballs moving around him joined together and formed a line across the ground in front of him. The line of fire was prefect. It had no hotter, thicker or flickering areas. As Randver began trotting forward the line started moving: a thick line of senses in a blind world. Everytime a rock passed through it, it would heat up, so that it too could be "seen".
'Hold on tight, Celine. I'm about to gallop,' he said. His hooves pushed harder and his body bent forward as he galloped towards the Hivan Ocean. The water steamed and bubbled around his line of fire, creating a cloud around the two riders. It would have been good if they didn't need to ride through sauna-like steam but it was the only way Ranvder could tell where he was going, if there was anything he needed to avoid.