*Lupo*
I like her a great deal as well. Gazing in the mirror as I knot my neck cloth after my bath, I know that's a problem. She's not supposed to make me laugh. She's not supposed to care so much about a blasted horse that she uses her silver hairbrush to groom it. She's not supposed to make me want to kiss her senseless. She's not supposed to make me wish that she never regains her memories, that we could carry on like this forever.
I sink into a chair and lift a boot that has been buffed to such a shine that I can fairly see my reflection in it. She has done that. She is doing so much more than I ever initially intended. I can't keep her. I have to tell her the truth, return her to her life.
Shoving my foot into the boot, I decide that I will confess all and take her home before I go
