The not-yet ten year old heiress saw her beloved's quiet determination to fulfill her duty and the potential to remain true to herself. Her attraction to those who protect others like it was absolute nature - and not *second* nature was nothing new. It was at the core of all of her romantic pursuits throughout her last life.
'I love her. It's so hard to not lose control of my intent in front of all these people and drown them in my spirit. Oh, look at me and just understand I love you! Ugh. Someday… I'm not going to be able to hold back.'
The worst part was she knew it might not come until she was even *stronger* - once she figured out a way to reach Breacher. The ancient cultivator had known since the moment she paid enough attention to the falsely gendered 'boy' on the day they met… that she was never going to stop spinning head over heels until forced to.
