Worrying Over Nothin’

Zaliron wasn’t mad ’bout me seeing his mother, wasn’t mad ’bout the potion, wasn’t even mad that I kissed Kaste. He told me that he didn’t blame me for it, that I couldn’t be held ‘ccountable for the effects of a potion, and then said something with “ain’t” and everything. I don’t even think he’s gonna smear Achates ‘cross a wall or nothin’!

I helped pick up his house after the recent mess, and I realize that I’m seein’ it like a… home. It’s scary and dizzyin’, really. This ain’t something that I can… leave at any time, not anymore. I can’t just get up and walk away.

He said he loved me.

I want to know that I love him too. I think I’m broken, ’cause every time I think ’bout what love means, all I can think of is loyalty. I’m loyal ’nuff to put even some’ve those Blood Knights and Priests to shame, so that ain’t the problem. Is that what love is? Loyalty so strong I’d drown in my own blood rather’n see him like he was when Arathael hurt him?

I think…

I think things are gonna work.