“Talk to me Ardala, don’t hide.” He settled his head on top of hers and tucked her under his chin. “I want you feel you in my head, I need it so I know what you want even though you can’t admit to wanting things yet.”
“I-“she buried her face in his chest, burrowing further into his arms. “Please, I do not want to love you but every time you are kind to me, I love you a little bit more.”
He staggered; her confession staggered him. He didn’t let her go but did look down at where her head was tucked into his collarbone. “Ardala, I need you to look at me.”
Her head came up slowly and reluctantly, fastening her eyes on his. “Do not worry, my feelings will not impede my vow to free you. I know you cannot feel the same for me and that my feelings are an imposition to you. I am sorry, I will try and control myself better.”