"I could not see myself harming you," he says. "Unless I was truly detached. If I ever were to fight you, please...do not hesitate to put me in my place for my own good."

Skellig tries to match her smile with one of his own, and it partially works.

"Your touch is always a pleasure," he says. "Even just the simple contact of your skin against mine, we do not even have to be doing anything..." He leans over slightly as if to demonstrate, his upper arm meeting hers. "And it soothes my soul."