Moonspear I'm gettin' tired and I need somewhere to begin

She considered it—which was all he could ask for. Her invitation was met with him reluctantly releasing her—for there did seem to be an hourglass on their time with one another, and it felt as if it were running dangerously low—and shifted to follow her lead.

“Just so you know,” he rumbled, knowing he wished to make his intentions very clear to her… “I plan on courting you, Sialuk of Moonspear. Our ways might be very different, but I want it known that if you will have me, I will be doing what I can to vie for your attention. I will bring you gifts—I will offer you my ear and words. If it comes time, I will fight for you, if that is custom for you and yours—or I will partake in whatever task before me.”

His eyes never wavered in this moment—his spirit was called to the Sunspire, surely—but he knew it would remain tethered, here, with her, should she allow it.