"It has been...a large amount, in short time...yes," he admits. "But Kreyu, I...I know my memory is fogged and it has always been that way, but there has never been another like you who has taken such care with my heart."

He returns the kiss, equally gentle.

"I cannot even find a hint of a love like yours, no matter how deep I search within my soul. And I know if there was one, I would be able to find it. You...you are special to me. You accept me for what I am, even if...even I do not fully know what I am."

A man, an angel, a beast, an owl. Something like that.

"But I know who I am. I am Skellig. And I am yours."