"There's this spirit about you lately," Shadowheart finally broaches. The two of you are picking night orchids, her favorite flower, beneath the soft light of the moon.

"It would be a pity if I wasn't responsible for it."

"Karlach," she finally mentions your past lover by name, "She won't share you. I won't either." Shadowheart is laying down the boundary. It's her or Karlach.

"I don't think I'd want to be your spare lover. I'd always want more of you than you'd have to spare."