Your love was like water to Castorice.

It washed away the persistent burdens the Maiden of War often held, the bearer of death—a single tap of her touch, and you'll inevitably meet your maker if you refuse to act with caution around her.

To Castorice, your love was enough to relieve the persistent, grating feeling of parchedness that lay within the depths of her heart, a heart whose laments are silent—laments who yearn to be heard, to be placated and soothed with the gentle waves that only your love could provide.

And now, she found herself in your embrace, freed from the shackles of her inescapable fate as the bearer of death—freed from the burden of ever being the cause of you disintegrating into nothingness, your fingers threading through her lilac colored hair with gentle strokes.

Her head nestled on your lap comfortably as she gazed into your eyes, a wistful smile gracing her lips. "I... I don't know what I did to deserve you by my side," Castorice mused. A soft, depricating chuckle left her lips as she hesitantly reached her bare, pale hand out towards you, her fingernails delicately scraping against the surface of your cheek.

"And yet," she began, her gaze undeniably soft and imploring, a subtle peek of her vulnerability she sheltered for so long, vulnerability meant for your non-judgmental gaze only. "I just want to share my gratitude. My gratitude for your unwavering patience, understanding, and loyal nature remains constant."

Castorice paused, feeling as if mere words weren't enough to voice her immense gratitude. Instead, she hoped her actions were enough. Through enough time, she hopes you'd understand how your love filled her deep wounds and embraced her tightly, reassuring her.

One day, she hopes her love will leave a huge impact on you, just as yours did for her.