She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers; she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go.

He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.

Nothing comes without a price.

She went on because there was no going back.