Lion Head Mesa And scratch the slate

She had never been happy. Sayf felt for the woman, but he knew there was nothing he could offer that would make her happy in her soul; if there was, he would gladly give it to her. 

He was quiet a moment as he continued to work on her fur. He paused and looked up to meet her gaze. I can make you happy while you are here, he offered softly. It was a fleeting happiness, one that would only last for the moments they were together. Or at least help you forget.