[Her heartbeat has slowed down, its pulse steady against Gale's chest. She focuses on his voice and how he recalls his experiences with magic. He may have embroiled himself in harsh, life threatening circumstances, but he was still him. Warm, kind, devoted and wanting her as she is. Magic was his world, and that came with both the good and the bad.

Had she ever been able to truly accept the ails that magic had rained down upon her?

There's silence again for a couple of seconds before she speaks again.]

When my teacher, the Witch King, revealed the world to magic to me as a child... I felt special. The life I knew before, the one where the arcane and mysteries of the world were simply fanciful stories, was dull and less bright.

[Her fingers curl into his sleeves.]

But I was a fool. A child who fell in love with the glamor without understanding what I was throwing away.