The light slipped through the carved shutters like a shy visitor, brushing across the room where furs and blankets were tangled from the night before. The air smelled faintly of smoke, cedar oil… and Daisy. Always Daisy. Nyssa watched her sleep, quiet as snowfall, her warrior’s breath shifting into something painfully soft. The kind of soft she only ever allowed for Daisy. Her fingers slid into Daisy’s hair, combing through it slowly, reverently.She whispered against her forehead, her lips brushing warm skin:“Mochof yu… my comfort.”Nyssa’s lips curved. “If you say that again while you are in my bed, skaiflame, I may forget the meaning of restraint.” When she spoke again, her voice trembled — not with fear, but with devotion so fierce it could have been a prayer.“I wake every morning with you in my arms,” she said softly, “and for the first time in my life, I want for nothing.” “Ai hod yu in, Daisy Lance.”I feel you in my heart.“Houmoni… gog ai op with yu kom au.” My heart… let me walk with you through all things.Then — soft, vulnerable, brave — she asked: “Dasa… yu gona ge smak daun bilaik ste yuj?” Daisy… will you bind your life to mine?A Grounder proposal.A promise of unity.A vow beyond death.Nyssa’s smile was small, terrified, and hopeful all at once.“Will you marry me?” she whispered.