"I... can't!" she protested helplessly, her tearstreaked face lifting finally to look at him, her head shaking, curtain of moonbeam hair swaying with the movement. "I told you, if I call you such, my Lady will turn from me... I'll be... nothing!" Stretched out away from her, the elf's delicate fingers clenched convulsively, and the fear and horror of having her contact with her goddess permanently broken was evident in the quiver of her voice, the tense line of her body as he used it.