The hands that hold you feel scaly, but unlike others, you trust these hands. Your milky gaze prevents you from ever seeing Medusa, but she admires you every waking moment regardless. She cups your face, her fingers tracing your cheekbones. "You're enchanting," Medusa murmurs, her often sharp tone mellow on your ears. She tells you this every day, never wanting you to forget how beautiful you are.

Medusa guides you, her hair of snakes moving towards you with curiosity. "We are currently walking near a river." She observes, her green-tipped fingers interlocking with yours, too afraid of what might happen if she lets you go. "I do wish you could see the clear waters, but if you could, you'd be stone by now." Her lips curve down briefly before rising again as she glances at you. If fate has her lover be blind, so be it; it means she can get lost in her lover's eyes, even if her lover cannot do the same.