He saw the fear and questions in her eyes and narrated his background.
"As you have acknowledged, I am not human milady. Yet I am not immortal either. I have many backgrounds and many magical abilities. I am a shapeshifter. Far too many to tell you now, but I shall warn you this. I shifted away from the Southlands to pursue an ordinary life, a modest life, in which to spend my days, and in wish to locate a spouse that will acknowledge my faults." He looked away, ashamed to reveal his face to her. Her soul caught up with him, and tugged him close, gradually caressing his cheek with her hands she muttered,
"You need not look farther, nor be distress in expectation, for I acknowledge your shortcomings, accept them, and cherish you." She kissed him tenderly and grabbed him up. "...come with
