<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron took a deep breath as she slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow.  He wasn't ready -- but then, he would never truly be ready.  "Promise me that you will think no less of me for the emotion I will show in the crypt," he whispered.  "I could not bear if -- if it damaged your opinion of me somehow, to see me grieve."</span></span>