Love of a Daemon: Chapter 3

Chapter 3


It seemed to her Valkyre had pushed himself harder than he had previously during the first day of their trek to reach the mountains. By the time they had arrived at the next pine tree he deemed would be their shelter his breathing was more rapid and sounded harsher than it had been before. She even thought she felt him stagger on more than one occasion, but it was hard to tell bundled up the way she was. If he had though then something had to be wrong, and that had her worried.

He did very much the same thing, didn't stop until after nightfall, settled her beneath the pine, and left her alone again in the dark while he went back out to collect enough wood to burn and keep them warm. She tried to address her concerns with him before he left and to get his help in freeing her from the cloak, but he quickly hushed her, saying she would keep warmer if she stayed wrapped up the way she was, and then he was gone.

The cold was just beginning to penetrate through the layer of her protection when he stumbled back into their camp. He was carrying dry weeds, small twigs and few solid pieces of wood of which he dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. He stamped his feet and hugged his arms around himself while rubbing them up and down trying to use the friction to help his body warm back up. Even though it was too dark for her to make out the details of his face she was willing to bet he was clenching his teeth in an attempt to keep them from chattering. He looked as though he was in far worse condition than the previous evening and his appearance justified her fears.

"Valkyre...?" she questioned him hoping he'd be willing to tell her what was going on without her having to pry the answer from him. It appeared as though he wanted to speak to her, but then he stopped and dropped to his knees, hurrying to remove the bags from his shoulders and to setup a fire.

Lily tossed about until she was able to break free from the confines of the cloak and moved over to where he was to see if she could do anything to help. Standing closer to him she could tell he was shivering and was failing miserably at holding onto the sticks to get the fire started. Without giving it a second thought she gave up the cloak and threw it over his shoulders.

"N n n no. You... n need...," he protested, but was shivering too badly to possess the coordination required to prevent her.

"Shhh," she interrupted him and without wasting any time removed the sticks from his hands and took over the vital task of getting a fire started. Stubbornly, he helped by fumbling about in one of the small bags for what she figured was the stuff he had named as fireweed and tried to build a nest at the base of where the stick was rubbing into the wood. However, his hands were shaking too badly and he wasn't able to be affective, but Lily was smart enough to understand the idea behind what he wanted done and took over that a well.

"I got this now," she told him off. "You concentrate on staying under that cloak and recovering what body heat you can."

In truth she had never done this and had only a vague recollection of how he had before, but there wasn't much of a choice for her not to try. For whatever reason he had pushed his limits too far and made himself incapable of completing the necessary task, and now their survival rested with her. It seemed like such a simple thing; make a fire and they'd be all right, but she never had made one before, nor had she ever had the pressure of someone else's life resting in her hands. She worked quickly and as efficiently as she could in the poor lighting all the while with her heart pounding in her chest with fear and excitement. It was succeed or die, and she found the dangerous situation to be somewhat exhilarating.

To her amazement the dry fireweed suddenly flared to life, but she didn't let success go straight to her head and she was able to keep enough sense about her to realize she had to quickly apply the lighter twigs about the fading burst so that the more solid fuel could sustain a proper fire. She kept her elation hidden and didn't pat herself on the back until she had a moderate flame going. Once she did she glanced over at Valkyre taking pride in her accomplishment, but those feelings quickly vanished when the soft orangey glow revealed him lying on his side, clutching the cloak feebly around himself, and shaking uncontrollably.

Lily could feel the freezing night air swiftly sapping the warmth from her body, but it didn’t bother her as much as seeing her protector in such a tragic state. She couldn’t fathom what had changed to make him suffer so severely to the freezing temperatures when he hadn’t the other day. Rushing over to him she pulled the cloak back to get a better look at his body, and the worst thing she saw was the skin on his legs just above his knees and all the way down was peeling and was much whiter than his normal color. She had never seen the affects of frost bite first hand, but thought she recognized it as such. In addition to his legs his hands were also suffering from the same affects and she could feel a well of panic begin to bubble inside of her.

Lily hadn't the faintest idea how to treat such a severe case like this, but it seemed common sense to her the best thing she could do for now was to get him warmed up as soon as possible. After carefully placing just enough wood around the fire to help it grow, and not let it get too large to where she'd risk setting aflame the tree, she made her way over to him. Lily proceeded to press her small body into his as she imagined he had done for her, and buried herself entirely beneath the folds of the cloak. She faced him arching her back and tucking her head down, trying to create a pocket of air between them she could warm up with her breath.

It didn't take her as long as she thought it might to heat up the space between them, however Valkyre's upper body still radiated a lower temperature than her own. She considered if it would be wise to try and warm up his other frost bitten extremities, but some bit of survival knowledge she didn't know she had told her it was best to get the main core of him with all of the vital organs warm first and from there his blood could circulate and take care of the rest.

Lily kept on filling the space between them with the moist air of her breath and gradually she felt it make a difference with him. He stopped shivering and his overworked muscles began to relax allowing him to finally rest. His breathing slowed and became steady indicating he had found sleep for the time being. Every once in a while she peeked her head out to make sure the fire remained burning and she took note each time how the air felt a little less chilly. It was astonishing how such a small blaze could turn the area beneath the pine into such an effective fortress against the winter. It wouldn't be long, she knew, until their camp was as comfortably toasty as the previous one had been, and she would have to be extra careful to moderate the fire so it didn't burn too high or too quickly. They needed what fuel they had to last them through the night.

Once the air felt it had reached a comfortable temperature she uncurled herself from the front of Valkyre, and checked the badly frostbitten areas she had seen. She was afraid of how terrible the damage was going to be and that sense of panic was returning as she wrestled with the fear of having to figure out some way to treat him. However when she saw the condition of his skin again a feeling of relief washed over her and she was pleased to see that his remarkable healing ability hadn't been fully compromised. His damaged limbs had miraculously been restored to their healthy state.

Making the most of the heat, she rolled him onto his side so his front was facing the campfire and she took care to position his limbs to support his head and to brace him so he didn't tip either way. Thanks to Valkyre she had slept well the previous night and all throughout the morning so she was rested enough to keep herself awake and tend the fire. She looked around for stuff to do she thought might be helpful, and to keep herself quietly occupied so that her companion could rest soundly. Lily went through the limited contents of what was in the bags, but nothing she found lent any useful suggestions. Unfortunately there wasn't much she knew how to do in a situation like this so she finally decided the best thing was to conserve her energy and minimize her moving about.

Lily poked the camp fire with a stick, kicking up a few flames, and then decided the only place she wanted to be was lying next to Valkyre with the cloak snugged tightly around them. She lifted his arm up and tucked herself underneath letting the folds of the fabric fall where they would. The chill in the air was fading and since she had been bundled up for a long period of time she decided she'd be more comfortable this way. It felt great to feel his bare skin touching hers and thoughts of him filled her mind.

She didn't really know a lot about him, but in truth she wasn't sure if that mattered. So far he had proven to be a dream come true, and maybe there was a part of her that wanted to stay dreaming for as long as she could. There were many strange things about this man, and the more she found out the more concerned she was of discovering something awful. However, with little else to do other than to let her thoughts wander she was unable to think of much else.

Lily made a mental check list of everything she knew about Valkyre. He was strong, handsome, and possessed extraordinary stamina. She knew first hand the extent of his capabilities because of how he had carried her from where the goblins were to where they were now, as well as how they had spent the night together having sex. Most of that time he had supported her weight in both situations, but her attention was mainly focused on the later. Her body had never known the touch of another man more willing to pleasure her than himself, and because of that simple fact she felt her sexual cravings stir, wishing she could experience it again.

And why couldn't she? He was with her right now. Unconscious though he was she could probably still stimulate a response from him, but what good would that ultimately do? It wasn't just his stiff male parts that had brought her to such incredible levels of bliss, it was also the way he used his hands to touch and squeeze her all over that made her feel the way she had. He acted as though he genuinely cared for her, but why? Compared to him she was nobody.

Lily shifted the way her weight was being distributed by her elbow and tucked her head closer to his. She bumped into something hard around his neck and was immediately reminded of the collar he wore.

He admitted to belonging to the Velvet Enchantress and a pang of jealousy stabbed at her heart. Somehow that wicked woman had stolen some of his love, but Lily was able to quell that emotion before it dug into her heart. It seemed more like a tragedy that he and that other woman had endured and the fact that he still managed to gather something worth cherishing made he him even more remarkable. Valkyre was a huge enchanting mystery to her and she wondered if she dispelled the mystery would he still be as enchanting?

When she had looked into his eyes she had seen a lifetime of experience and could tell he had been to many places and seen many things. Against all the wonders of the world what could she possibly offer him that he hadn't experienced yet?

She entertained herself with thoughts of what he might actually be. He carried himself like he were a king and she briefly fantasized that once they had made it through the mountains he would whisk her away to his kingdom and make her his queen, but then she recalled how he had all but admitted to her he wasn't human. He didn't openly say he wasn't, but he also didn't deny it either which meant he didn't want to tell her what he was. Besides, his amazing ability to heal from the damage his body took was a sure sign he was anything but.

The reply he had given her echoed in her thoughts, "What if I'm not? Does it even matter?" and she pondered the merit of the question. Did it even matter? So what if he wasn't. The bottom line was that they were stuck together and he had shown her he was there for her. He was even willing to make sacrifices of himself to protect her for no apparent reason other than chivalry. Yes, they had sex, but that was more of her doing than his, although if he had wanted to take her in that fashion as a reward she wouldn't have stopped him. The fact that he didn't earned him more respect and multiplied her desire for him.

She thought about what might happen if, or when they made it to more hospitable lands. Would he still want to be with her or would he bid her a farewell and expect them both to go their separate ways. She almost shuddered and a tear fell from one of her eyes. Oh, what a terrible thought it was to think of losing him in such a manner and how it would undermine everything he had shared with her so far.

Who was she kidding? A man like Valkyre surely had someone else waiting for him or had his eyes set on another woman more befitting of his station. He certainly could have anyone he wanted so why settle for just her. He was royalty while she was just a mere peon.

"I don't deserve you," she said in low whisper, dreading that the future would inevitably separate her from him.

"I'm a firm believer that people often get what they deserve," came his husky voice from just over her head, "and you little one, are stuck with me."

She didn't realize he had emerged from unconsciousness and hadn't meant for him to over hear her. He squeezed her a little tighter, hugging her into him, and she gripped his arm with hers, encouraging him to hold onto her. He also lifted his leg up higher and slid it over her as though his arm wasn't enough and he had to use his entire body.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of him touching her, for indeed even with her back up against him and his limbs wrapped around her it still didn't feel adequate. Wanting more than just being held, she flexed her bottom experimentally to feel the condition of his genitals. A sinful smile widened across her face upon finding her action was arousing him and she ground her ass more vigorously against him leaving no doubt as to what she wanted.

The arm resting under his head moved beneath her shoulders and bent around her going across the soft mounds of her breasts, while his other hand drifted down to her hip where he grabbed ahold of her shapely curve and pulled her firmly into his groin. He lifted his head up higher, arching it over her and she twisted hers to the side to face him so their lips met in a fierce kiss driving the level of passion even higher. She loved the way he reacted to her. He didn't just respond to her playful goading, he also encouraged her with a compassionate touch enabling her to trust that he wanted to not just satisfy his own needs, but he also wanted to share the experience with her.

"Oh, Lily," he moaned, "I want you so badly, but I can't."

"I want you to take me as you did before." She was too caught up in the moment to fully comprehend what he was saying.

"Lily," he commanded her attention by squeezing her just enough to restrict her gyrating hips from continuing their tantalizing movements. "You're not listening to me. I said I can't."

Her eyes came into focus as she registered what he was telling her, and she displayed an expression of confusion. "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Remember what I told you about the collar?"

"Yes, but last night…,” her voice trailed off coming to terms with what he meant. He could provide her with sexual release but not himself. Actually from what he said he’d suffer great pain if he allowed himself to go too far with her. She could only imagine the situation he was in and how her actions were more than just a tease. She was like a poisonous apple, although she might taste deliciously sweet there would be consequences if he swallowed.

Lily rolled over to face him looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry. I'm being unbelievably selfish," she told him while laying a hand gently on his cheek.

He accepted the words and gesture with a soft smile and closed his eyes savoring the bitter sweet caress she offered. His great big chest heaved a heavy sigh of regret and she had no doubt he wished it were otherwise.

To help take the edge off of the heated passion that had built up between them she moved in closer and offered him a much more gentler kiss than the one they had dove into mere seconds before. He accepted her offer and took her with him as he rolled over onto his back hugging her with both arms. Lily didn't allow the kiss to linger for too long otherwise it would defeat the purpose of why she did it in the first place, and she pulled her lips away from his slowly. She bent far enough away from him to where she could see the whole of his face and gazed at him dreamily. A mirror wasn't necessary for her to be able to tell her desire for him was clearly written all over her face.

"It's too much of me to ask isn't it?"

He just sighed again wishing for what he could not have.

"But what about last night?" she pleaded, "You didn't seem to have a problem with me then."

This time his smile broadened and the memory of what he had done to her warmed his spirit. "Last night I was at first simply responding to you, but then I felt how much you enjoyed it and I found myself wishing to give you more."

He pondered the events and she gave him the time he needed to find what he wanted to say. "I think it was your appreciation that intrigued me and I dare say a part of me got off making you feel that way. I guess I was also celebrating the fact that I was free and could choose who I was with and how I performed, but now I'm not in the right frame of mind. I'm afraid if we start this I won't be able to stop myself no matter the consequences. Don't ask me to explain it, but being with you for some reason makes me..." He paused, struggling to say what was in his heart, but remaining at a loss for words. When the absence of words felt too long he gave up, and tried to pull her head down to rest against his chest.

She resisted and kept herself where she could see him. “Don’t stop. Finish what you were about to say.”

“If I told you you’d think me a fool for sure.”

“No. I promise I won’t, just please tell me.”

“I don’t know what it is about you, but you somehow make me feel whole. It’s as if in someway you’re familiar and I’ve finally found you even though I had no idea you were missing.” She watched him with eyes full of wonder, and he squinted as if he was concentrating to read the emotions displayed across her face. “You feel it too?”

“Maybe you know something about my past,” she looked at him hopefully.

“What do you...," he started to say, but then caught himself, "ahhh, yes. You did mention earlier about having lost your memories."

“Someone had my memories magically erased and I was left in servitude to a brothel. I know nothing of whom I was, or even the faintest idea why anyone would do something like that to me.”

"Perhaps we may be able to find help for you to recover what you've lost, and while they're at it, get this damned thing off from around my neck." Valkyre tugged at his collar of slavery emphasizing his point.

"Let me look at it," she offered. "Maybe I can help."

"I wish it were so simple, but unless you have some kind of magical talent then I doubt you'll find a way to remove it."

"Let me see it anyway," and she reached for iron band disregarding his beliefs.

Since there didn't seem to be any harm in her looking he allowed her to explore the surface of the metal. She propped herself on top of him using her elbows and took her time spinning it around his neck, going over every inch. While she did that he ran his hands through the thick full body of her brown hair letting his fingers work through some of the knots.

"Tell me more about yourself, Lily."

She laughed softly at his silly request knowing he hadn't really thought it through, and it was more wishful thinking that made him do so.

"There's not much about me I can tell you. I simply don't know it."

"Fine then. What about me? Aren't there questions you wish me to answer?"

"Oh, I can think of a few," she said keeping her humor about herself. "Would you honestly want to answer the questions I'd ask, or would you prefer to avoid them like you have been?"

"I can tell you anything you want to know." He was gazing at her fondly and seemed to be enjoying this intimate moment of peace they were sharing.

"Really," she said, pausing in her search and looking straight at him with a mischievous smile, willing to test his conviction. Her hands resumed exploring the collar for a hint of how it opened, and she bent her legs at the knees, raising her feet above her while rubbing them against one another in a playful manner. The little bit of fabric still covering them slid off, but with the air finally having reached a comfortable temperature it didn’t matter.

“Let’s start with either what manner of creature you are, or the reason you don’t want to tell me.”

“I’m a were-creature," he responded without hesitation.

“What kind?”

“The kind meant to fight in wars.”

“Huh? I meant what animal type?”

“I pass for a werewolf.”

The answer explained his resilience to injuries and the cold, but the way he told it hinted there was more than what he was saying.

“But, that’s not what you actually are?” she prompted him, hoping he'd add more to his explanation.

“I don’t know exactly." Valkyre's face took on edge of seriousness and she rather regretted having disturbed his moment of peace. "Maybe that’s what I was supposed to be originally but I was bred for war and killing. I was never meant to have lived as long as I have.”

“Are you dangerous?" she asked with only a slight tone of concern in her voice. "Is that why you didn’t want to tell me at first?”

“Quite dangerous. I may be the only one left alive of my particular breed. The rest, if there were any, have long since killed each other or have been hunted down and destroyed.”

“Why?”

“Because, as I said, we were bred for war, and fine tuned for one purpose only; to live as long as possible so we could kill all of our enemies. When there was no one left to fight we turned on each other. It only took five of us to wipe out an entire army, and that was considered overkill. We were highly effective as mass murderers in the field, preemptive assaults, and a few of us who exerted more discipline were used for critical assassinations. Living a normal life was something nature never intended for me, because every where I go I bring violence."

"You haven't been violent with me."

"No? What of those goblins we encountered?"

"That's different," she argued. "You were protecting me, and I can tolerate that kind of violence."

He laughed once and stole back a portion of the contentedness he had before. "I don't think the goblins would share that opinion, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"So do I have to worry about you hurting me?"

"Not unless you do something to make me think of you as a threat, even a potential one, but as long as I have this bit of enchanted iron you seem to be so fascinated with," he indicated with his eyes, "I don't have to worry about transforming. The core of it is made of silver and not only does it rob me of my will to change, but if I somehow still managed it I would… Well, in short it would kill me."

"This thing is absolutely terrible."

Valkyre softly chuckled. "There are many who'd disagree with you."

"Including you? Do you not like you other form?"

"Actually, I do. It's been over three years since I've been cutoff from it, and I admit, I'd rather permanently give up a limb than to be without that part of myself."

"How old are you?"

"Old enough to have fought in the Continental War."

"That was over two centuries ago, wasn't it? You're old for a human."

"It was a hundred and seventy-three years ago to be exact and I'm not human."

"Werewolves aren't a race unto themselves," she objected, "even if you're born as one. You're still human."

"What if werewolves and humans alike reject me? Would you not think I wasn't one of them? I've always been treated as something unnatural by both breeds and made to feel I didn't belong."

"Well, I don't get that sense from you."

"Give it time. You will." Although he continued to imitate the same expression, the warmth had fled from him, and he looked as though he maintained it more for her benefit.

"I'm not going to argue the point, I'm just going to ask you my next question which is why did the cold affect you so badly tonight and not yesterday when you were out in it longer?"

"The snow is much deeper in many places so I'm more exposed to it, plus the air is also thinner at this altitude and I haven't adjusted to it yet."

His ear twitched and Lily saw it. She knew it was quite possibly because there was something more to what he was telling her and for whatever reason he was choosing to omit that bit. Lily decided to follow her hunch and call him on his bluff.

"And... What are some of the other reasons you're not telling me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your ear twitched at the end of your sentence, which is a nervous reaction and also a strong indication you're not telling me everything." Lily paused again in her meticulous inspection of the collar and fixed him with a no nonsense stare. "I don't like that. Please don't lie to me. I may look innocent and weak to you, but I'm a lot more capable than people give me credit for, and the one thing I can't stand is being lied to or having people withhold information because they think I can't handle it."

"But that's not it."

"Then tell me."

"The main reason is because of my own foolishness," He admitted. "Not everyone is able to withstand injuries and harsh environments as I can so it's difficult for me to gauge what others can tolerate. I was trying to be considerate to you and carry you differently so you wouldn't hurt."

"What does this have to do with your frostbite?"

"The way I carried you before on my back and with the cloak over us made a big enough difference. Between your body and mine the cloak was able to retain enough heat to keep me at a comfortable level so I didn't freeze."

"Don't treat me like I'm so fragile." Lily felt momentarily irritated and her voice reflected it. "Yes I was still sore, but I could've put up with it. My pains were nothing compared to what you put yourself through, and you're right, that was foolish."

"Honestly I thought I'd be able to handle it, but by the time I realized my body wasn't able to keep up against the cold there was nothing to be done other than to press on."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Her response seemed to catch him off guard and his face contorted in confusion.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"

"Then I need you to be completely honest with me, and to not let your male ego get in the way. We don't have a lot of room for mistakes and if something happens to you then that puts me in a very bad situation and I don't think I'll fair too well without you."

"Hmph," he snorted, but more out of amusement than irritation. "I certainly think you're tougher than you look."

"I think I found where the collar was sealed closed," she told him, excited he might be one step closer to being rid of the damned thing and that she had an opportunity to prove her worth. "Give me you hand. Can you feel it?"

With her guiding him, Valkyre glided his fingertips back and forth across the surface of the metal, but the intense look of concentration showed Lily he could not find the thin hair line marker she had felt. She let him continue trying until he confessed he couldn't sense it and then she assured him it was there and not to worry. Lily told him if she had something thin and sharp then maybe she'd be able to work on separating the band and making his freedom complete.

"That would be a dream come true for me," he said wistfully while letting his eyes close so he could recall what it was like.

Lily watched him as he remembered what it was like to be in his other form and long space of silence filled the air. She knew he had to still be exhausted from everything they had been through already, and sleep was something he needed badly. Despite that she still had so many more questions for him she did her best to shut her mouth. A couple of times she opened it and was ready to ask him something, but she caught herself before a sound came out. By the third time his voice caught her by surprise.

"Go ahead, Lily, ask me one more question then you need to watch the fire and let me get some rest."

"I'm sorry. I should just let you be."

"Nonsense. We're going to be traveling for quite some time and we'll need to get along so let's not leave each other be. Ask me what you want, but make this question one that'll last you through most of the night."

Lily thought about what she had yet to learn of Valkyre and tried to decide on the one thing she focused on the most regarding him. She found her mind dwelling on her potential future with him and if there woould be any chance of them sharing a common path well after they made it past the freezing mountains. She wanted to believe in the happy endings of fairy tales and that she could possibly be living one right now, but then she wondered how'd she feel if he told her something that would shatter her fantasy. There was no shaking loose the single thought in her mind of the worst answer he could give her to the one question she wanted to know above all the others.

"I don't think I want to know the answer," she eventually confided in him.

Still keeping his eyes closed a great big smile stretched across his face and he hugged her into him.

"Yes you do," he told her as if he had read her mind, "and the answer is there is no one else. Only you little one, and I pray at our journey's end you aren't the one wanting to leave."

"I would never want to leave you."

"I hope what you see in me now will be enough to help you not hate me later after I confess to you my dark past. I haven't always been a kind man, and in fact, the decency I'm demonstrating to you now is still a relatively new chapter in my life. I've done a lot of bad things in my time, things I'm ashamed of, and if you're truly sincere in your desire to claim me as yours then you're going to have to know my inner demons and accept me for what I am. If you want my honesty then I shall not hide from you the monster I have been, but if you're able to brave the truth and by some miracle are able to forgive my soul then you'll have given the beginnings of the greatest treasure I seek. For that I will gladly be in your debt."

"Pray tell what is this treasure you seek?"

"Redemption."

"What were some of the bad things you've done, and how could I justly offer you forgiveness when I've never heard of you before?"

With his eyes still remaining closed he gave her a tired laugh. "There will be plenty of time for me to share my past with you later, but now I need to rest before we run out of fuel. Wake me after the second to last log is put on the fire so I can run out and get us more."

"But you said you weren't a good man."

"Fear not little one. You're safe with me. If I didn't protect you then I'd be a man without honor, and I've learned the hard way that is not how I want to live my life."

There were still so many more questions she wanted to know about him and all of his answers only added to the pile. She had to concentrate hard on not opening her mouth for sure he'd sense it. He had been so kind to her the least she could do would be not to annoy him with her constant prattle. He wanted rest and allowing him that was simple, yet frustrating because she had to respectfully remain silent.

It was her turn to sigh and she turned her head to rest upon the surface of his chest. He draped one of his arms across her waist gently holding her in place and then he wasted no time in drifting off to sleep. She appreciated watching the soft glow of the fire and feeling the rhythmic expansion and compression of his body as he breathed. Lily felt happy there wasn't any significant other in his life she had to worry competing against, but at the same time Valkyre's confession to having an unkind past disturbed her. Suddenly the princely knight of her fairytale wasn't looking so pure and she almost wished she hadn't said anything to wanting to know the truth.

Alas, she knew better and in their survival situation she really had no right to allow her head to be in the clouds. She kept a careful eye on the fire like he had asked of her, and the truth he had eluded to himself was more than what she needed to keep her mind occupied with all the possibilities of what kind of man Valkyre truly was. Even if he was an evil man his actions definitely proved otherwise and he had done everything possible to care for her. She had an extremely difficult time picturing him as anything but the man he had shown himself to be so far, and eventually for the sake of her own amusement, and to keep her spirits up she returned to her modified fantasies of him being some kind of tragic hero who had fallen prey to the evil plans of an arch rival and in his moment of weakness was tricked into committing terrible crimes against his will.

In that way Lily endured the night shielding herself from the potential truth of what her companion might be.