"No," she replied, though far too quickly. She blinked a few times at her own rushed response. After everything that had happened, she still could not let him go. It was a a terrible, wonderful thing, having him so close to her. It killed him, but it brought her life. And the selfish player could not see it any other way. "I don't want you to go."
He seemed more at ease now, which was good. Lessa recognized that she had seen him at his worst, and though she prayed she would never see it again, she knew, deep down, she would. Their friendship, if that was the appropriate word, was a strange o