Dakshana couldn't breathe. "You --"
"Did you want a list?"
A list? He had a --
"The colour of your eyes, golden and bright, fierce with intelligence and strength of will." His voice was flat, dispassionate. "The way you fought and survived all these years when everyone around you feared and shunned you. The way you help others without question."
All these years? He had been watching her for that long? And she helped people because it was right, not because --
"The way you looked upon a single, cold shadow and told him, without question, judgment, or knowledge, you would love him forever."
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