Salma

“There is another piece to the life-bond, to this bargain. When it is time, whether the death is kind or cruel… It will claim you both.”
Yrene’s golden eyes were still lined with silver. But there was no fear in her face, no lingering sorrow—none.
“Together,” Chaol said quietly, and interlaced her hands.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn

“Can’t I just heal him again?” She leaned toward him, as if she’d do just that.
Hafiza shook her head. “It is part of the balance—the cost. Do not tempt the compassion of the force that granted this to you.”
But Chaol touched Yrene’s hand. “It is no burden, Yrene,” he said softly. “To be given this. It is no burden at all.”
Yet agony filled her face. “But I—”
“Using the chair is not a punishment. It is not a prison,” he said. “It never was. And I am as much of a man in that chair, or with that cane, as I am standing on my feet.” He brushed away the tear that slipped down her cheek.
“I wanted to heal you,” she breathed.
“You did,” he said, smiling. “Yrene, in every way that truly matters… You did.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn

“Hey, Isaiah?”  “Yeah?” “I live, laugh, love you too.”
― Liz Tomforde, Play Along

“You offer this of your own free will?
Yes. With my entire heart.
It had been his from the start, anyway.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn