Fred had been locked for days. Or was it weeks? He'd run out of ways to calculate. It was always dark, so he couldn't tell. The only reason he still had gumption was because Saphrana was by his side, sleeping soundly.
He made as little sound as possible, not willing to awaken her from her slumber. She deserved the rest, after everything she'd been through. He'd never considered being loved before, at least not the way she loved him. She manifested her sigil because of him, and he felt his awe growing.
He knew next to nothing about where she came from, and he would have never given her a second thought if she came to him as she was. But then, he never thought about how superficial he was, he just assumed everyone felt the same. But confronting his feelings, took a lot. And getting to learn that love was not a pretty face, neither was it a particular race.
