[ She lays her fingers over Magni's, turning into it. She can't help but... laugh, idly. Not cruel, but in a great gap of understanding about herself, the things she needs.

Burden, yes, perhaps, in the way living itself was a burden. A burden in the way keep these things was when time threatened to take so much. ]

I would never ask if I did not want, Magni. I say as I mean, and I do as I say. I make my choices and do not go back on them. That is not my way. It never has been. Even when they are foolish, I would rather accept, and do better.

[ Her head turns, briefly, to take a slow breath. Some understanding, that perhaps for a while, perhaps for a great long while, this may all she might have of her. Pressing her nose against her skin and breathing her in. That smell of metal, leather and skin. How Magni could be so coarse from her work, but there, just there, against her pulse, she was smooth, soft. ] But that is what I am, that is the life you will have with me. You asked me to respect what you wished instead of making the choice for you. You were right, I do respect you, and if I am going to begin to make amends then... this is what I was not telling you, or them, or anyone. This is what I am, and this is what I can offer you.