Noctisardor Bypass [m] sola fide

as christ would want, she was safe.
heda believed him, and sinfully, she wanted him to touch her hand again, to run his palm along her arm; she shut her mind on this, and on him, and on them, and fixed it only upon the one who had sent amadeo into her path.
his face so near; her eyes could not help but flicker with eagerness over the scars and marks of a life long-lived, each a story she almost begged to know;
but demurely she fell away, and her eyes with her. "i should get back. i'm sure someone needs me," she said at last, flushed, unsure of what else to utter.
the look she gave him, however, conveyed an eloquent gratitude for more than the guidance of the older patriarch.
"thank you for always being peace," heda managed, flustered in a pleasant way.