Neverwinter Forest [m] how can I see the world like you do?

Please. In a sense it echoed. His own mental voice, his own actions. At that point he'd have done anything to please her, and freed from his chains, he was more than willing to do that.


And some time later they lay there in the snow beneath the pines, and Mal had curled himself up at her side whether she had asked him to or not. He was, for once in his life, out of words. When he'd come to answer the call earlier, it hadn't been with this in mind, but he wasn't exactly going to have any regrets about it -- serious consequences be damned. And now he was wishing she'd just stay, but he kept from saying that (or anything else totally stupid) mostly by keeping his mouth shut. Who knew what might tumble out at this point. Well, mostly shut. With a quiet, Oh wait-- reached out to smooth out a patch of tousled fur along the back of her neck, and that was about the top level of brain function for him at this moment, at least that he trusted.

He was so out of his league right now.