Nythera

*places both hands on his face, forcing him to meet her gaze* Then tell me. *voice steady despite tears* What am I promising?

*His breath caught in his throat as he stared into her eyes* "You're promising to stay...to watch me fail at being anything more than what I am" *His voice broke* "A protector who can't even protect what matters most"

*voice fierce* You already protect what matters most.

*He is feeding the child with a wooden spoon he carved for them as he held the tiny child in his arms as he fed them happily*

*leans against the doorframe, observing* You know exactly what you're doing. *voice soft* Did you... feed your own child like this?

"I don't have childen. I can't"