I turned to Denna. “What of you? I owe you a great favor—how can I repay it? Ask anything and it is yours, should it be within my skill.” “Anything within your skill,” she repeated playfully. “What can you do then, besides play so well that Tehlu and his angels would weep to hear?” “I imagine I could do anything,” I said easily. “If you would ask it of me.”
How very beautiful. Soulfully devoted and tender.
And unrepentantly disrespectful to Sovoy lol
