[The softness fades from her eyes; for a moment, there's something odd in them, even unreadable. She sighs softly, and her gaze dips towards the springs, and the rippling water.]

There was someone, once but...I had to let him go. We had to let each other go.

[She's honest, perhaps more than she meant to be. Then again, the memories-the dance, the near sight in the illusion-had made that person so near and so far away.]

I hold no illusions. I can and will cause suffering, so I will not attempt to force my hand in such a manner. I have and will again divorce sex and romance.

There's less pain in a kiss then there is in a broken promise.