don’t want this to be like on the Swallow, or in the glow-worm cave. I don’t want us to just give into a thing that’s been bubbling away. We didn’t make the decision to do anything more than screw in that cave, and at Yule we were rash and drunk and sad and longing. But this? I want this to be our choice. A decision made, not a desire given in to.” She dragged in a lungful of air, despite the tightness of her chest. “So I need to know, Knigh. Do you want me? Do you want to be with me?”
