... That sounded horrible. "My lord, no..." She slid a arm around his waist, hugging him for what he had to return to, burying her face against his shoulder. "I guess it is not the same as it is in home. We only capture men for ransom, or at least politically. Usually common men are just straight out killed but..." His world didn't sound so political as hers. Her rules didn't apply. She squeezed him harder for a moment.

"Avoiding him would be rude, after all he's done for me. But... ah, I have no idea what I shall do about him, except find a different want to be closed off." That would probably be best. Keep her heart hidden, safe. Where no man could touch it ever again, she refused to let it be open. She couldn't take that kind of bleeding, not again.