“I want you,” he said in a bare whisper. “More than air. More than anything in this gods damned world, Silla.” She blinked back tears. He took a deep breath. “You make me happy, Sunshine—so damn happy it terrifies me. But the thought of losing you terrifies me even more. I want this. I want you…us.” Rey paused. “And if you never want to be Eisa, it won’t change how I feel. If you wish to rest, I will shield you from harm. If you want to fight, I will draw my sword beside you. If you want a hundred chickens, I will build you a hen-fortress.”
