Twice we spoke. She revealed to me that she did not carry the apathy of her secluded brethren. [A hint of a smile, though fleeting.] I should have known she was of your blood then.

[He looks at her and shakes his head lightly.]

It is far from selfish. A greater concern would be if your heart had hardened against her presence. You treasure every moment that you spent together, and I hope there will be many more. For now, the memories must tide you over until you meet again—and you shall.