Korum could see her eyes widening, skepticism warring with excitement on her face. The curl that he’d just tucked away behind her ear came loose again, refusing to be contained. He loved that rebellious curl; it always lured his fingers to her hair, making him want to touch its soft, thick mass.
In general, he was both surprised and pleased by her reaction thus far. She was naturally cautious, so some wariness was to be expected, but she was far less frightened than he would’ve expected her to be. She didn’t cringe away from his touch, nor did she seem to object to his nearness. Somehow, despite her lack of conscious memories, she must still recognize him on some level, must still trust him not to hurt her.
“You have the ability to make humans immortal?” she asked, a small frown creasing
