"I shall have to explore thoroughly," she replies. As the first stake is driven home, Skellig can feel the spell ever so faintly against his skin.

"In the story, he has never lain with someone before," she muses. They move along the outside of the forest and she starts to drive another stake in. "It would all be unexpected, perhaps?" She knows she can't be his first, not really. But part of her wishes she COULD have been, that she could have guided him through it all with as much care, acceptance, and knowledge as he did for her. Skellig might be able to pick up on that.