[ Yet, if he gave up that sense of duty, would he truly be himself? She cannot help but feel that if he gave up his people and duty that a part of him would be missing. She would not ask him to ever give up who he is for her. Who he is, down to his very core, is the man she fell in love with all those lifetimes ago. Why would she have him change just for her?

Her fingers brush along his cheeks a tad further once he leans forward.

A twitch of her ears follows as he says her name. Then, she inhales and tears gather in her eyes. She knows he means his words to be true. However, she also knows the reality of their world does not always allow for such simple promises to be seen through. She still chooses to believe what he says if nothing more than to simply have the comfort and dream.

One, then two stray tears slip down her cheeks at the sight of his deepening gaze. She has missed him so much. His ancient name almost slips from her once more before she can catch herself. Instead, her hands lower to curl into the fabric at his chest. She wants to reach up to him and pull him close, to hold him as she once would, and be the stronger person he must recall her being. His beloved and one and only. Yet, she feel as if she is a ghost of her former self, and she cannot imagine he sees her as the same person. ]

Even if I'm... I'm... [ her head tilts as if the gesture will finish her thought for her and he will understand it. ] I've missed you, and I will miss you. Until you're home with me again.

[ Once more, that ancient name nearly slips, but she bites her lip to keep from saying it. She curls her fingers further into his shirt. Her own gaze ages once more. ] ...will you stay with me tonight?

[ Those words feel echoed somehow. She may have said them to him once before in a time long forgotten. ]