Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-11457306-20141029024331

"You have been honest with me, I believe," said Daria quietly, after some time of walking and not speaking. "I believe that it cost you a great deal to reveal your feelings to me.  I don't understand why and that is part of the issue.  You and I simply do not know each other well enough.  Yet.  Had you claimed me on board the Seraphim when I was alone and afraid and in desperate need of a champion, it is likely I would have worshipped you and done anything you asked.  You did not.  I was forced to rely on myself and when we came close enough to Skyrim I slipped off the ship and made my own way in the world.  I am strong now.  No man has touched me since I left that awful prison.  I am not sure if I could even bear it."

Again, silence.

"We must start all over, Dral.  I am not the frightened woman you knew then.  I have hardened into steel.  Sometimes I think my heart is made of steel.  I have offered you a place to stay.  My word is bond and that still stands.  You are welcome to try and melt the steel.  If you don't, no one else will."

(That's as good as it gets, Billy.)