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his gaze grew sad as she spoke. she had been burned, and more than once--and she thought he would do the same to her, too. and while govinda couldn't promise otherwise, he knew all too well the feeling of restlessness, especially when it came to settling. there was a fuse in him, largely dormant, but once lit. . .it could not be stopped.

i, too, find settling difficult, the man admitted, smiling gently, though the sorrow lingered on in the depths of his eyes. but the southern shore is beautiful, with plenty to explore. i hope you'll stay, govinda murmured. don't take that as me, ah, making you decide now. i'll be around, though.

he was afraid, admittedly, of pushing her away. sometimes he felt as if he came on too strong, and there was evidence to back that up. gently did it, with situations like these. . .but if he didn't push hard enough, would she slip from his grasp, like sand on the wind?