I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,' he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. "And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you.
Diana GabaldonOh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
Diana Gabaldon