[ Yseult presses a kiss, just beside where the bone dips down to form the hollow of his throat. And she leaves her lips resting there for a long moment, maybe two or three even, a soft hum sent from her throat to his and allowed to trail off as she thinks. He knows her well enough to tell that's what she's doing, that something in what he's said has caught at her and she needs a minute to pick her way through it and find what she wants to say. ]

I know I've said I want you to change. And in a way, I did. Do. But I don't want you to think I don't love you properly. I don't want you not to be yourself. I just don't believe all of that selfishness really is you. It's not how I've seen you. I just want you to be the man you are with me all of the time.