[ She raises her head for that, draws herself upright and raises a hand to turn his face to hers in an attempt to make him look at her. ]

Ne dis pas cela.

[ Fierce and quick and intent as her eyes, and there is nothing of a plea in it. ]

This cannot be yours, I will not let you have it. The most I will do is share. Say that my fear made me leave you, yours made you leave me, and we have both suffered for it. You more than I, for even while I twisted myself into a creature that could no longer feel its agony I slept in silk.

You cannot have it.