Noctisardor Bypass ave verum corpus

hope, so honeyed, mingled with the bitterness upon her tongue. hope, the taste of which was undeserved. heda gazed steadily up at amadeo, and her eyes were filled with the fear of it, the unsurety, and yes, the desire for the golden thing which he held upon roughened palms and offered now.
she wished to be remade, to be held like this again and again; heda's lashes fluttered, the corners of her eyes tightening in the near-painful pleasure of his caress upon her cheekbone.
"i trust god," she managed at last, for what other choice did she have but to trust in him?
amadeo's pain was familiar, and there was such a need in heda to be guided; "i trust you."
the silence that held was — comforting. 
she knew she would need to seek out anselm, but she shoved his eyes so far from her mind, lifting her own delicate paw to cover that of amadeo as he held her face upturned to his.
if god had a plan, then let him be this.