[ Infuriatingly, she laughs. To make matters even worse, she has a particularly pretty laugh. ]

I don't know that I love Her. I just know that when my sheath rots away, I would want her to wield me until the stars go out. She is the only one I could entrust myself to entirely and be satisfied.

[ She says it's not love but with such a warm, honeyed tone to her voice and such a soft expression... what else could it be? ]

But if I rushed to be by Her side, She would hate me for it. She loves that I live without fearing Her.