You met Geto on a bar, he seemed sad but you happily enjoyed lifting him up, you looked like no bad energy could ever come from you, making clear the hope in his eyes

You two… slept together, to say the least, yet it was more love than lust, waking up after a long night you got confused when he was sitting on the bed, that same sad look on his face, you asked what was wrong, he explained his problem with non-sorcerers “but… you are different… much… special” he said with hope eyes