“If someone adores you for your chaos, what’s the best way to honor that love? If they treasure your rootlessness, if they celebrate your anarchy, if they love you as you are, do you think they’d be dancing in the streets if you gave up the very essence at the core of your being that made them fall for you?” I folded my arms over my chest, both to cover the chilly evidence beneath her thin, white shirt and to shield my discomfort. She pushed. “Humans do it all the time. I swear to the gods, it’s the norm in your realm. And how often does it make them happy?”
