Blackfeather Woods I've been walking out all on my own

Taikon did not catch the flash in Takiyok's gaze that signalled her will for vengeance. Turned away from her, he felt only good that he could feel her and smell her. If he had been blind entirely, he would have been just as content.
Nor I, he answered rather formally, playing on his long-held speech patterns of nobility. He felt her against him, and responded in turn despite the pain, brushing his nose along her cheek as she moved. There was a wondrous beauty in the softness of her, in the strength of her. He enjoyed the curves of her features for the brief moment as it passed, and a warmth pierced the cold cruelty of his injuries for just a moment.
I'll make it up to you. There were strange tears threatening him as they welled. I promise.