"You may think yourself young and foolish..." Skellig tips his face into the touch of her hand, relishing in the contact. "And maybe, you are in some ways correct. But you have a good heart, Kreyu. And a good soul. Kind, and full of Light."

His voice is soft, earnest.

"It is one I am happy to be kept by." And then he laughs, a slight glint in his expression. "One I am proud to be coveted by."