"It means little to me now. Though I cannot say the same for back then. After her death, I largely ceased to involve myself in the affairs of mortal kingdoms, only visiting the Upper Realm to aid those who called for my help. I became out of touch with reality, and lost to grief. That is," he says, raising his eyes to me now.
"Until I met Elowyn," he says, pausing to look at me now, a light flush overcoming his cheeks that is almost miss-able in the half light of the room. His eyes settle on mine, causing my heart to throb against my chest like the pang of the strings on a harp.
Until he met me?
"So," I start, scrambling for words, but my tongue seems to be glued to the roof of my mouth. At last I manage to say: "You are saying that meeting me was proof enough that we were not the same person?"
