Sure.

Roran stared into the fire as the flames crackled softly. He was content, happy and in no particular hurry to do anything. Outside, the night was dark and windy, but in here the fire cast a warm glow over everything, making him feel pleasantly drowsy.

A slight sound made him look towards the door. Katrina stood there, leaning against the post, smiling at him. He shifted in his seat and she came over, sitting down next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. For a time they were comfortable together. Then Katrina broke the silence. "Do you realise," she said, snuggling against him, "We've been married now for more than ten years?"

"So we have." Replied Roran in some surprise. "It doesn't feel like it, does it?"

"No, not really. But so much has happened!" Looking around, Roran had to agree with her. Ten years ago they had been refugees with no home and no family, each fighting, in their own way, a war they were only a tiny part of. Now Galbatorix was dead, they had a house, five children and the stability of a home in a place neither had been at all sure they would ever see again.

"So much has changed." He mused aloud.

"One thing hasn't." said Katrina, smiling. "What's that?"

"We still have each other." Roran smiled back, leaning his head against hers. "Yes. That hasn't changed, has it?"

"No" Katrina reached up and kissed him, long and deeply. "And it never will."

"Never" said Roran, kissing her back. Katrina chuckled softly. "You sound very sure. You don't know what will happen."

"No, I can't." agreed Roran "But I do know one thing."

"What that?"

"I will never, ever stop loving you." He bent his head to kiss her again.

"And of that, you can be absolutely sure."

A.N. Finished! Yay! This is the first multi-chapter fic I've completed! But anyway, thank you for reading, reviewing if you did, and generally being awesome! I hope you enjoyed it!

One last thing: RORAN AND KATRINA FOREVER!