Dinjo looks at him. Tiredy yet the paleness of his skin faded as his magic regenerated itself. "Scared of losing me?" he echoes. "I don't want you to lose anyone either." he says softly. Hugging into him. Looking up into Matt's eyes. "Why were you scared of losing me? No one's ever cared about me. Or worried about losing me. Unless they were worried about not getting their three required wishes." he says softly. Blushing a tiny bit. "I am important? I've never been important. Not ever." he says shyly and sadly. Looking up at him. "I'm glad someone cares and finds me important. That is far more special and wonderful to me than anything else in this world...except you."