"I'm sure." Her voice was soft and she did not drop her hand quickly. He was so warm, and an answering heat was rising in her.
"You're the best of us..." Her fingers trailed down his arm to catch his hand, her eyes never leaving his. "I hope you will not let me become only a lady. Say you won't, Matthrew." It was a plea, quiet but true. "I don't want to be just one more of them, a face you've all forgotten when you return north."