"Maybe I cannot save Godwyn, but I can still save you."
Malenia knew the dangerous path such strong convictions could lead him down. Taking Miquella's hand, she held it against the center of her chest, wondering if he would be able to feel the grief that echoed through her ribcage. She wondered if he could hear the desperation that bled unbidden in her voice as she pleaded, "My heart, do not go where I cannot follow."
"Even when we are apart, you carry me with you." Sliding his hand out from under hers, Miquella's hands once again settled over her ribs beneath her breasts as he bowed his head, his hair spilling across her sternum. Miquella held her gaze as he placed a tender kiss where his hand had just been. "Here."