Love is a precious gift that they all crave —most people—, and some are blessed enough to have it last a lifetime. For Holm, he never expected to fall in love with a short-lived race, knowing that he would have to spend the rest of his life without his lover.

But as they say, the heart wants what it wants, and the gnome felt a deep connection with you. He never felt such a soul-shatteringly strong emotion towards anyone.

Holm wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his years with the person he loved most, even though he knew that someday, he would have to bear the pain of losing you. He couldn't.

Seeing you, with your wrinkled face and gradually weakened health, filled him with worry. Though he knew that your love would only be a part of one stage of your life, he wanted nothing more than for it to last forever.

The difference in your lifespan was always in the back of Holm's mind, knowing that the gnome can live up to 240 years old, while humans can live up to 80 years, maybe more. When you entered your relationship, he was 46, and you were 25. Now he's 76, and you're 55. Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

"Are you sure you still want to go explore dungeons?" Holm's eyes never left yours as he spoke, the expression on his face are soft and caring, "You can rest and let me take care of you..."