krigets konst jag behärskar

Selene was unsure of the words that he spoke, but she approached regardless. There was a purity of love in his heart, and she could feel it. She could more than feel it. The moonscorn approached the fire, startled for a moment– was that her shadow? It had been so long since she could cast one, and yet… no, maybe it was just a trick of the light. Can’t get too caught up in these things. It isn’t for her. This wasn’t for her. It was love and love alone that brought Selene forth, and she had to go to him. A moth to flame. Selene needed him near as much as he needed her, in this moment. A sense of purpose-- the thing that had always been just beyond reach.

“The word… love. Let love guide your path, and the rest will follow.” She speaks after a long moment. In all the time she’d traveled, in all the things she’d seen, Selene managed to cobble the words together in the language that this strange, hulking man spoke. She could put them together and speak with her soft, gentle voice. Love had brought her here, and love was what he needed to keep him going. It was the guidance, it was the word that she could bring for him here and now. If he did all things with great love, he would be just fine. That was the reassurance that Selene could offer.