Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

"it c-can be, if the spirit h-has its own aims," lestan said softly. "both." fact punctured by fiction. hyperbole rooted in fact. it was unknowable, and he hadn't the memories or lorekeeping to know for certain.
"an old story." he kissed her, lingering; "and a s-sad one."
he wanted her again; the words were becoming too heavy, for they forced open those heavy barred doors of his mind. and lestan could not suffer such pain again.