[ the embrace shifts as she does, the hand on her shoulder sliding to her back between her shoulder blades, is thumb still rubbing slowly there. his other hand now rests delicately on her waist, and his chin tips slightly down so that he can answer her quietly. ]

Could you so easily choose a part of yourself? I am of all stories and dreams as mortals are of breath and life and unconscious thought. I have visited all worlds and will visit those worlds created in the future.