[ The way the furrowed brows remain even in the face of a soft kiss that attempts to erase them is a sign that "should be" isn't quite convincing enough for her either. But the anxiety that she feels towards them definitely is enough.

All the same, hearing him promise her that he isn't going to leave - that he doesn't want to leave - helps some. But only some. ]

I know. I know that we don't know how much time we'll have and that you wouldn't leave on your own accord but I guess I -

[ Catching herself she gives her head another shake. Instead she lets another source of anxiety that had been plaguing her slip. ]

I'm just worried that those eight hundred years was enough for you to realize that you might not want to stay with me after all of that.

[ The number of lovers they had all taken over the course of eight hundred years wasn't exactly easy to forget. And while she knows it's a dream and none of it was real, the feelings that coil tightly in her chest try to make her think they are. She can't help but offer a depreciating laugh at her own expense. ]

Don't get me wrong, my god self was pretty but she was also all the ugliest parts of me.