“Wait. I’ll tell you what I like about you. Your nerve. Your way with a practice sword. That you always say what you mean. The way you look when you tell stories of your house by the lake. ”She tilted her head, and for a moment an expression of such sadness flashed across her face. “What is it?” he said, wanting only to wipe whatever had caused her pain from her mind. “Nothing,” she said. “Only that I wish this moment could last.”