<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron stood at her request -- and when he saw the first tear form, he gave up.  Just -- just gave up.  To Hell with formality, not right now.  "When it is just us," he whispered as he moved, "I would like to be your friend again, the way --"  Words failed him and he gave up on them too, and instead wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, tucking her head under his chin.  "Chastise me for this later, little one -- but right now, I have a powerful need to hold little Princess Gwen against me, and mourn together.  Just -- just for a moment, aye?"  He kissed her forehead just as she had done his.  "You need never apologize to me for your state, bright heart, for I share it."</span></span>