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Because I love you, damn it! Pyg shot back, a little breathless. He paused, taking a second to compose himself. In, out. In, out. His ribs rose and fell, slowing steadily, until he found his voice again. Aye, I love ye. And that means I dinna want tae see ye dead in a ditch somewhere. I dinna want tae find ye frozen into an icicle, or torn apart by wild beasties, or taken hostage by some nutter.

All reasonable things to want, he thought. And the want could come from simple camaraderie or friendship, but no. This was deeper; this was love. He'd known it from the very moment he first laid eyes upon her.

Pygmalion sighed, shifting his paws. I'm sorry to yell, Bhediya, he said hoarsely. I just care aboot ye sae much, aye? If something happened, I. . . I'd probably fling myself off a cliff like a damn lemming, is what I'd do. Far preferable to a life without her lovely face.