“How are your senses, Heartbeat?”Nyssa’s breath stutters, just for a moment.She keeps distance — a rigid, careful space — as though closeness might shatter Daisy instead of shielding her. She has never stood so still, so ready, so painfully afraid of being a monster in the eyes of a woman she loves.“It will calm. In time. You will learn to… filter the world, rather than drown in it.”Nyssa’s jaw tightens like she’s bracing for impact.“I damned you.” Nyssa’s control fractures beautifully. She reaches up — not to possess, but to steady Daisy, one trembling hand hovering near her cheek, a gesture both worship and apology.“Then let me teach you how to survive what you are.”Nyssa’s laugh is quiet, reverent, and broken open by wonder.She bows her head, forehead nearly touching Daisy’s, like a knight kneeling before a queen she wasn’t meant to love.“With every breath you no longer need… I am yours.”The first night of eternity begins not with hunger, but with devotion.And a love powerful enough to burn without sunlight.