The Selfishness of Love
“Thank you, Dywyr. I know that you think it’s foolish of me to want to come here.” Iona cringed as they passed a stall hung with the butchered meat of humans and other sentient races. Once she could breathe past the smell again, “I’m glad you’re here to keep me from ending up like that.” “You’re welcome.” As always, his voice was uninflected. Iona couldn’t see his face, but she was certain that it hadn’t changed expression. “You’ve made a lot of progress over the last couple of years, but I...