Love Everlasting

"He is indeed handsome." Safrin mused, her eyes twinkling with an internal light that radiated out across her precise and beautiful features. Though whether she was talking about Brahm, or Ronin was intentionally left vague. Perhaps that was the point. "You are welcome, Roana. I am sorry for your loss." Safrin had no real notion of why the Voice chose those that she did, and so she'd not merely offer empty words of consolation or hope. "Would a set of wings ease your loss? Or perhaps hooves upon which you could gallop...lungs that breathe water, or eyes that can see things your current ones cannot.." Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted