[ The color of her soul was dim, flickering, but Emet-Selch could not deny that there was more of her here in this vessel than any past incarnation he had found before. He could see it through her incomplete form, even through the creeping light that was attempting to consume her whole. ]

You really should consider getting out a bit more then. I would hardly call it being 'normal' for a hero to be dancing and sleeping with their enemy. And I can only imagine how your dear companions would feel to see their beloved hero like this now. [ With a chuckle, he leaned forward enough to bring his lips close to her ears to add: ] Not that I have any objections to it, of course.

[ But, that was what this was, wasn't it?

A moment.

Eventually the night would give way to the dawn and the day would begin anew. The warrior he held in his arms would continue in her endeavors to slay the Lightwardens while he would continue following the plan of the Rejoining. Time would not stop for either of them-- it was an eventuality that could not be denied or ignored.

Away from her ear his lips moved, now seeking purchase on that oh so familiar spot of her jawline. Kissing that sweet spot of hers, his hold around her waist tightening for a second. Was his weakness showing? Was he, Hades, Emet-Selch, the Architect, playing the role of a fool now in this convoluted play that was this existence? ]