"Arya?" "Yes?" She drew the word out, her voice rising and falling with a faint lilt. "What do you want to do once this is all over?" "What do want to do?" He fingered Brisingr's pommel as he considered the question. "I don't know. I haven't let myself think much past Uru-baen...It would depend on what she wants, but I suppose Saphira and I might return to Palancar Valley. I could build a hall on one of the foothills of the mountains. We might not spend much time there, but at least we would have a home to return to when we weren't flying from one part of Alagaesia to another." He half smiled. "I'm sure there will be plenty to keep us busy, even if Galbatorix is dead...But you still haven't answered my question: what will do if we win? You must have some idea. You've had longer to think about it than I have." Arya drew one leg up onto the stool, wrapped her arms around it, and rested her chin on her knee. In the dim half-light of the tent, her face appeared to float against a featureless black background, like an apparition conjured out of the night. "I have spent more time among humans and dwarves than I have among the alfakyn," she said, using the elves' name in the ancient language. "I have grown used to it, and I would not want to return to live in Ellesmera. Too little happens there; centuries can slip by without notice while you sit and stare at the stars. No, I think I will continue to serve my mother as her ambassador. The reason I first left Du Weldenvarden was because I wanted to help right the balance of the world. As you said, there will still be much htat needs doing if we manage to topple Galbatorix, much that needs putting right, and I would be a part of it." "Ah." It was not exactly what he had hoped she might say, but at least it presented the possibility that they would not entirely lose contact after Uru'baen, and that he would still be able to see her now and then. If Arya noticed his discontent, she gave no sign of it. They talked for another few minutes, then Arya made her excuses and rose to leave. As she stepped past him, Eragon reached toward her, as if to stop her, then quickly drew back his hand. "Wait," he said softly, unsure of what he hoped for, but hoping nevertheless. The beat of his heart increased, pounding in his ears, and his cheeks grew warm. Arya paused with her back to him by the entrance of the tent. "Good night, Eragon," she said. Then she slipped out between the entrance flaps and vanished into the night, leaving him to sit alone in the dark."