I look over to Xavier, clearly awaiting answers for my talk on souls. I sigh.
"You are correct in saying that my soul is fated to hers, that we are linked so to speak. I am joined to her by a tether, or a bond, invisible to the eye, but it is there. It is what draws her to me, it is what makes me her mate," I add, mulling over the words for a moment to assess the truth of the matter. Xavier raises his head slightly, urging me to continue. I take another sip. Bland. So bland. I don't recall it being like this before.
