"Mm. And I doubt he'll ever want you to be out of it. Or you wantin' him out of yours, which is exactly why I'm askin'. S'... not exactly a curse, so much as it is a trend. We don't exactly live very long lives. Teague's an exception, because he's not very much like Cass or Will or myself. He's an adventurer in an entirely different way. But I'd like to know that you will have your friend for as long as the two of you can possibly live."
He slid closer, becoming more focused on Soren's back, both palms running over the muscles and bones, soothing over them, relaxing the muscle as easily as anything.
"He's th'last of m'line, don't want to see him windin' up like me in any way, but he's followin' in my footsteps in ways that I'm afraid he might regret."