(love it)<br/>When Lily heard Eros say the nickname she froze. Stiff as an icicle on a cold day in January. She knew that name. "My rose...was...was..." she couldn't bring words out. "I used to feel...that...the rose...that rose...could...well maybe...protect me. Because that's what he had done. You? What you had done..." She wanted to believe him, nothing was arguing against her, she knew it was him. Somehow she just knew.<br/><br/>"You saved me. I...I never got to thank you, or see you again. But now you're here. With me. Like some sort of a miracle..."