Aya's POV
As I looked up at Enikil I could see his features set into mild relaxation, something was still bothering him by the tightness in his full lips.
Taking a few steps back, he took hold of both my hands and pulled me closer toward him, he leaned his forehead against mine a bit conflicted. When he spoke, it was only loud enough for me to hear it. "Listen Aya, when I come by again, I need to have a talk with you. I need to come clean with you about some things but I can't afford to be heard. Not even by the Gods.." he hesitated so his words would have the desired impact. "If I ask you to travel in that place where time and space seem to no longer exist in front of an open portal, will you go with me?" he seemed so sincere, almost urgent in his intensity.
Gods, this must really be something very important, I have never seen him like this. I nodded my head and smiled warmly. "Yes Of course I will." somehow I started to sense that not all was completely okay for him.
