Gwendolyn stilled. She watched the flickering candlelight glow in Cameron's eyes as she pondered over his worries. "How would I find safety in someone else when you are the only one I've ever felt safe with?" She reached with her other hand to run through his hair with her fingers.<br/><br/>"I have loved you for many years-- many years of you being at the front lines, at the borders, in the skirmishes. As Hand, you'll remain here, but anything might take you from me too soon. The plague, a persistent cough, a horse riding accident." She paused and inclined her head. "All the same things may very well take me from you too." Her hand strayed to cup his face, her thumb stroking his bottom lip.<br/><br/>"It is better to have you. Even if the gods decide to take you from me, my love for you will remain the same." She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I refuse to live my life timidly in fear of what else the plague may take from me. You have shown me that."