It was that closeness that made Cass feel a little less heavy, a little like a burden was lifted. He put his fingertips on the top of her hand and traced straight lines. "So Liam says, but I can only do kitchen magic - herbs and talismans and things like that. Nothing at all like what uncle Liam does, or Soren. What Soren does is real magic. And I couldn't live like you. I can't pick up and wander like you do. You're a dandelion's seed, floating wherever the wind takes you, and I'm an oak. Rooted. It's always been that way for me. I don't even like moving." He chuckled with a shake of his head, turning to face her, leaning back in the beanbag chair to mostly sprawl. "That's the real magic of you, Sable. You're a gypsy, and you can let stuff roll off you. But I absorb everything."
He smiled faintly.
"In a few months, maybe a year, hopefully we can grow to accept that about each other enough where we might be able to cohabit for more than a week without finding ourselves at odds. But please, Sable, understand that I never truly meant what I said that you don't deserve us. I... am a horrible person when it comes to finding the very thing that will hurt someone worst, and using it. It's... It's something I can't control, when I'm angry. And I was so angry, and for no good reason. But what happened, Sable. It was needed. Necessary. And I believe, I truly believe that one day, you will find someone who can love you as fully and completely and deeply as Soren loves me. It's inevitable. You're a lovable, beautiful, wonderful girl."