but that girl had so much love

He might have stayed stunned a while yet, but Zees searching gaze upon him brought him back. He realised he would have to say something for the both of them, and the injured Warlord took a breath. He looked to Deatbelle, seeing her hopeful, weary gaze. He would do much to see her happy, his childhood friend and liege that he had sworn to. He looked back to Zee, seeing her shocked, confused expression. There was one thing he would not give up, not even for Death, and that was his wife.

He let out his breath in a slow exhale, and found some. "Death, do you mind giving me and Zee a moment?" He asked, voice gentle, without any of his moodiness. This was too important for any of his earlier frustration to leak through. "I would offer you our den well we spoke, but..." he looked down to his leg significantly.

He waited a moment for the Empress to take her leave before turning his regard to his Wife. "I chose you, and I will always chose you. I love you, and my idiot head has already almost let me lose you. So, in regards to that, I will defer to you, always my beautiful compass. What should we do?"