"I would be most honored," he says as he takes her hand - the surge of energy that passes between them is palpable, enriched perhaps by the strength of the spell, the lines he can already feel pulsating through the earth, wrapping around and snaking through the trees that surround them.

The grass near the spring is soft, comfortable as they settle in. He is as close as he will allow himself to get, with her naked form just right there, so very near him.

"What would it take to work to fix the wrongs they have committed? I have heard stories," he admits. "Of sacrifice."