"Did you mean it?" Nyssa asked, the question coming quieter this time, stripped of the sharp edge it had carried before, yet heavier for it. It wasn't suspicion anymore not entirely. It was something closer to confirmation… or perhaps a final test.
Her eyes held his steadily, searching not just for words, but for intent, for any fracture beneath the surface.
Razeal turned his gaze to her without hurry, meeting her eyes directly, and then almost faintly a smirk touched his lips.
"I do," he said. No elaboration. No reinforcement. Just that. Simple. Certain. And for some reason, that simplicity carried more weight than any grand declaration could have.
