*raises his right hand (cast and all) to touch your cheek so lightly with the very tips of his fingers* *softly, regretfully* Oh my love. Of all the careless things I have done ...
*dips his head to kiss you softly(, penitently)* And I nearly didn't notice because my heart was broken too. Oh, but I should have known. (I hurt when you hurt.) *wriggles a little and blushes deeper as he presses against you more yet finds he is in no rush to act on the darts of desire that flow through him while he can look at you and kiss you* Ecthelion. You know -- you know you don't have to marry me, don't you? That I will love you regardless? *hurriedly (because he is still a little anxious about this point)* I don't want you to feel forced, on my account.