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Imperia feels Tirush's arms tighten around her. Arms capable of bending steel and shattering trees cradle her as tenderly as they did the night before.

"I-I did not m-mean...hrah!  Why can I not find the words when I need them?" Tirush's voice is little more than an emphatic whisper, shaky with emotion.

"My friendship is all I can give, haaka'mar t'ch-nur mem.  I will give you my friendship, as much as I have, and it is all yours.  I will come when it is cold, and the rain falls.  I will give you warm nights, I will give you my fire.  But I cannot give you my husband's heart.  I cannot give you my husband's heart, any more than I can give you a star or the moon or the sea.  I would give you anything I had to give, if it were mine to give.  But is my fire not my name?  Is my fire not enough for you?  Is it not?"

Imperia feels Copper Wyvern's body shaking, her breathing irregular. She feels the huge talons begin to stroke her loose hair. She looks up to see great tears brimming in the warrior's eyes, welling with a sadness born from the thought that she is not enough and cannot give Imperia more.