Chimera Fields you expose the film in me

It is not often the object of one's thoughts appears like a specter, and yet he is confronted by the sight of her. 

For a moment the titan wonders if he is daydreaming, but he is not that fanciful. Silently he steps towards her, holding his tongue, just admiring the way she looks in the pink toned morning light. Étoille has never been a romantic, nor would he necessarily describe his feeling for her as such. But somehow, she is important.

"Mirabelle," he greets, finally. She smells slightly different, but he's sure he does as well. She smells mostly the same and he feels warm, until he drinks in the details. "You're hurt," he murmurs, stepping close enough to brush her shoulder with his nose. A rare gesture of physical intimacy but an opportunity to examine the wounds closer. He has, until this point, put the locus of his attachment on his promise to protect her, and here is evidence that he has not. "Désolé," the titan says mournfully, pulling away to study her face intently.