Wheeling Gull Isle this isn't a stain of red wine, i'm bleeding love

Had he not known any better, it was as if they had swung back to an older version of themselves – or, rather, Aria had. Her insecurities still haunted her – so many times she had sought him out to discuss these concerns on her mind, only now, everything had changed. And it seemed only he was familiar with how it had all changed.
 
His mind pulled at him – was it fair to her to keep it locked away? How did one explain to another that she had forgotten so much of her life – and so much of it was painful?
 
“Is that what you are?” He rumbled, amusement creeping upon the wraith’s dark lips as they pulled in to a light smile – though it did not reach his eyes. The shadow runner tilted his head then, his intense eyes sweeping over her once more. They would have ruled together, at one point – had been their intention. It would seem she had been bred for it – raised for it. He had simply craved a place to call home that felt as such. “Komodo’s right hand ‘man?’”