“You were fantastic,” he murmured. “You might be the smartest, most determined person I’ve known in all my more than three hundred years of living.” His voice was so soft, his lips gentle against the crown of my head. “The idea that you’d use your talents to help someone like me…” He trailed off, sounding too overcome to finish the thought. He buried his face in my hair on a quiet sigh. “I don’t deserve you,” he finally said.
