He was Tiger, born of the desert winds. She was Del, born of ice and storm.
Just finished Sword-Bound, volume seven of the Novels of Tiger and Del by Jennifer Roberson.
Guarding caravans and fighting death-dances, rescuing others and getting rescued – because of course Tiger and Del got captured again. Adventure is nice, but domesticity is definitely better. As to Umir, well, one definition of insanity is going the same thing repeatedly yet expecting different results, and no one ever called Umir a sane man; though the price for his madness was high on all sides. Terribly high. No wonder Del wanted an ale at the end.