*she sighs softly, letting him keep his gift for the moment. She speaks quietly* That is a different matter. But neither, my friend, are your feelings toward me. You would cage me in my temple. I can break, but I am not glass. I do not understand why you seem to view me as a possession. Concern for my safety is one thing... outright jealousy, a defending of your 'property', is quite another.
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