"No matter how great, you are an outsider. I know you are grateful, you're grateful, but you're a guest and guests leave. she whispered, reaching out with a slender, delicate hand. Her fingertips traced the hard line of his jaw, her touch surprisingly soft, sending a cascade of warm, tingling sparks across his skin. "You owe us no blood. You owe us no loyalty. The enemies are coming. The deep-rot horrors are waking up.
Soon, the walls will be tested. And when the beasts hit these walls, when the Zerith bring their horrors, what's to stop you from just... vanishing? You have the speed of the wind now. You could be miles away before the first gate falls."
She trailed her fingers down his neck, her touch leaving a path of heat. "I can't let that happen. This tribe is my home. My life. And you... you're the only thing that can save it."
