“You’re all these things. But, Guinevere—” Her name hitched in his throat. Her name was a quiet rasp in this place of shadows and water. “You are also very kind and sweet, and much braver than you give yourself credit for. And you’re so…” He paused, as though struggling to find the right words. “You’re so interested in everything,” he whispered at last. “In all that this world has to offer. Your heart is bigger than the Marrow Valley. I don’t think I could leave you if I tried.”
