[ Lup's right, as she often is. Honerva's devotion had been unshakable, wrought with the complexity of a deep love marred with the expanse of untold years in between then and now. The experience of gentle affection had been utterly denied to her even if for the longest time she had not ever known it to exist as a concept. And there was no future in it. It speaks much for her inability to cope with the matter. How did someone process something meant to be light or new with all of that behind them? It was such an unexpected turn. Worse, was it all projection? ]

... I have not. He wanted to reassure me that it was not... just the wine, but... I said that we should not speak again until... he was no longer compromised.