She came to me late, after midnight, frost trailing behind her bare feet.
"You saw what I did at the chapel," she said.
"You saved lives."
"I used forbidden magic."
I looked at her.
She avoided my gaze.
"I became skilled to guide by myself," she whispered. "But I don’t want to."
I touched her hand. It become bloodless, shaking.
"You don’t must," I said.
Her eyes lifted, violet and uncertain.
"I’m falling for you," she whispered. "Even if I don’t understand how."
I leaned closer.
And said the one thing I hadn’t yet told any of them:
"You’re not alone."