Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

"Will you walk with me? The night is young."
He nodded and fell in step beside her, brushing his flank beside hers as he dipped his muzzle to touch his nose affectionately to the crimson healer's cheek, he yearned for the closeness he had experienced with her again. His gaze swept lovingly over her before lifting his gaze to look up at the sky. Apollo had finished his daily chariot ride and now it was his sister, Diana's turn to ride her moon chariot across the sky.

And sure enough when he looked looked at the star-filled sky, the moon shone down upon them. "Look, Diana's leading the moon up into the sky." he murmured to her. He didn't know if she knew that he was actually Roman but if she didn't, she did now. He rarely told anyone about his beliefs in the roman gods or half beliefs and if he did, it meant that he truly trusted and cared for someone.