"Never give it back..." Neveah repeated the words in a quiet murmur, as though that moment was what it would take for them to sink in.
"Lord Skiren said I was to take back your flame...I assumed it was for you, not giving it back would mean..." Neveah began again, trailing off at the end since she was not entirely certain what it meant to have Menarx's flame within her and to hold it in her own custody.
A small smile played on Menarx's lips as he watched the confused expression on Neveah's face, the fact that she truly knew nothing of dragon ways yet had endured the merging of fire simply because she had been told it was for him.
She was so adorable in her naivety, yet stronger than any of the women Menarx had ever known, it simply and completely amazed Menarx.
"What would it mean?" Menarx urged for Neveah to continue, watching her think over it with a smile.
Her lips moved as though she wanted to speak but she shook her head, deciding against it.
