How is she so infinitely kind? And calm. He doesn’t know much about her past, but whatever it is, it’s been hard; that’s the only way a person turns out strong as skysteel like this.

Her fingers brush his cheek and he lets his eyes close, own hand coming to clasp hers. “Thank you,” he breathes. It’s not nearly big enough for how grateful he is, but it’s something.

“I dont — I don’t want our names on this. Please. Call me your servant. And give me something you don’t want to be called again.”