But over the years he had become so vital to you, so dear, that you gave him one. Gwynne, you called him, because it was beautiful and so was he. “He—he must love me.” Gwynne gave you a long, grieving look. “He never has,” he said, tiredly, and began refastening your armor.
OW. She’s slowly morphing into someone more and more human while growing more physically indestructible
