Andie

“Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, "Fireheart".”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“But maybe,” he said, quietly enough that she looked at him again. He didn’t smile, but his eyes were inquisitive. “Maybe we could find the way back together.” He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him. “I think,” she said, barely more than a whisper, “I would like that very much.” He held out a hand. “Together, then.” She studied the scarred, callused palm, then the tattooed face, full of a grim sort of hope. Someone who might—who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss. Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would never be whole again, but … “Together,” she said, and took his outstretched hand. And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Someone who might-who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire