When his hands came to find her she laced them delicately together. Hers were so small in his, she had always marveled at how strong she knew herself to be, yet he made her feel dainty. Not meek, or meager, just very delicate.

"What might I do to keep you closer for good?"

Yes, someone wanted her dead. Had sent the great love of her life to kill her even. Yet her mind was filled with dread over him leaving, not trying to fulfill her contract.

"How might we remedy this situation?" Her eyes were serious as she looked up at him. "What is this ritual item for? I am strong enough, Lothoro, tell me. Losing you, losing them.....it was more then I ever thought I could bear yet stregthened my spine and gave me purpose. You can tell me....tell me anything."