Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

Her vision winks into total darkness as her lid falls shut - his words striking that hidden vulnerable spot at her core. 

He'd always been able to read through her carefully constructed words, beyond her wit and smiles; always, the guardian faced her with unflinching honesty, an admirable trait of his people if ever there was one. Never before had he leaned upon the same distance, the self-protection that all Lireans seemed imparted with. Why should it be any different now? 

Because you have convinced yourself that things are different. Lest you be hurt again.

"I miss you too," the wisp breathed as her gaze opened, lost as it found his. 

"I'm scared, Daeg'," the admission burst from her lungs with the same hush - ashamed to show weakness even now. Mist clouded the lavender of her remaining optic, the dark fae blinking furiously as she turned from him. 

Her gaze locked on the sea, shoulders hunching tightly against the numb vibration of anxiety trembling through her frame. 

Small and curled bracingly against the world, she dared to utter: "I want to be...I want that life everyone speaks of: love and happiness, children. The way things are supposed to be."

"But by myself, I can't be..no one can make me forget who I am; no one can take away my identity. I just got it back and I don't know if I'm ready to lose myself again."