No empathic powers were needed for the Lady to know how he felt. Her eyes went soft and her slender hand seemed to cease it’s trembling. For once, all felt right in the world. The blistering cold and the throbbing ache of her ankle all faded away into a moment of pure intoxicating bliss.

Butterflies danced around in her stomach as she searched for the right words to answer him with. Idly her slender hand stroked with a tender touch at his cheek wile her words began to flow timidly from her lips, laden with her naturally thick accent. “Beloved one, in my heart I do indeed...” Suddenly her words were cut short by a sharp gasp of what could only be described as pain. With eyes now closed tight, her small frame stiffened in the Spirit’s arms. Ruined, the moment slipped through her long fingers like grains of sand.

She would have been furious if she could have concentrated enough on her own emotions at that point, but the flood of Faye’s feelings demanded top priority. With limbs drawing in close, her shaking hands gripped tightly on her own crimson locks, wile her usually kind face contorted into one filled with pain and frustration. Quickly she began to wade through the mess and push aside the unwanted emotional burden.

After a few moments she won the battle over the intruding emotions and regained her previous composure. With a heavy sigh her hands dropped from their clinched position and her head followed the gaze of the Guardian. There was a slight twinge of concern for her friend, but more-so a sadness for the moment lost. Then, in a last-ditch effort, Mystical slipped off her gloves and reached up to Keovari’s face once more. This time she gently turned his head to meet her penetrating gaze. The other hand soon mimicking the other, his face now cradled by her soft touch. Again her familiar voice came out, dripping with emotion and sincerity. “I... never... ever wish to leave your side.”