Skellig listens with interest to Elihu as he speaks of his past with both Kreyu and Revenin (and also files away in his mind the mention of the tribes of Winged Folk, for that is something he will definitely want to ask about later) and drinks his beer slowly, contemplating the words and the concern behind them.

"I appreciate your honesty," he says. "It is a legitimate concern of mine, some of the things you have mentioned."

(What if she was to tire of him, wish to cast him out and shove him away for something fresh? Someone more powerful, another dragon or a stronger mage? What if she discovered a better way to satisfy her needs and wants, to feed her desires?)

"That night, when my soul bonded with hers on the beach, it was as if each star in the sky overhead seared itself directly onto my soul. A brand, marking a constellation by which I would never be lost again. And even if at some point our paths may diverge..." Skellig shakes his head. "I know with my whole heart that what I want now is this. Regardless of the chances of any risks in the future, or if my soul is meant to bear this...I want her at my side. And I am willing to do whatever it may take to make it work, for as long as the Fates would allow it."

A pause. His conviction is strong, his resolution unwavering.

"And then I would argue with Them, if they try to take my wife from me."