Oh god. She had moved in with a psycho or maybe just someone with multiple personality disorder, which was scary enough right now. It was getting harder to breathe and her head was swimming and the worry about why the hell he was referring to himself in the third person was not helping.
What really didn't help though was when he started talking about remembering her and playing with her hair, or saying fate had brought them together. Psycho. Still she was stuck on his eyes though, so she blinked to try and gather herself but that was making it worse. She felt like she was slipping away despite the fact this normally only happened when she was in the water.
Meanwhile Salacia felt like she was slipping into something right and good, and with the validation from her husband and his presence so tantalisingly close, she was not going to let herself be pushed back down again by the annoying little girl.
It was Eve who squeezed her eyes shut, but it was the goddess who opened the swirling blue green pools again to stare into his eyes. "Meus amatus"