[ It was something he had thought about as well, definitely. It broke his heart to hear her talk like that, though. Sylvari were their allies, regardless of how many of them Mordremoth had turned against them. They had their own lives, their own society, their own dreams and wishes and wants and needs ... Sylvari were people, just as he was, just as the Charr and the Asura and the Norn were as well. He couldn't stand hearing her talk like that. Sylvari were important. She was important.

He didn't care how much he physically hurt right now. She was hurting, too, and he needed to be there for her. He sat himself up as quickly as he could, then moved to wrap his arms around her and pull her in for a hug. ]

You're not the same as the Risen. You've got your own minds, regardless of what Mordremoth does.

I know not everyone sees things this way, but ... many of us do. And those of us who do will fight to keep you safe.

I will fight to keep you safe.

[ Those feelings he felt right now? He knew what they were. He could try to push those feelings down as much as he could, tell himself that he couldn't fall for her, that he wasn't ready to, but he had before he had even realized it and now he didn't know what to do about it.

He was a Seraph. Yeah, he knew fellow Seraph who had families, but he didn't feel he could put anyone else through the constant of him being away for his duties. He hadn't even felt that he could put Eirawen through it, but she had insisted at the time, and he had decided to take a chance ... and then Mordremoth had happened, and he lost her forever.

Was he even fully recovered from that?

Probably not.

He shouldn't have even been having these feelings to begin with. It wouldn't be fair. He wasn't even fully recovered from losing his late love. ]