He is surprised, totally surprised, when the vines wither and fade away.  His body so tired, so sore, he can barely move now as he is deposited back on the ground next to her.  He makes move to get away, letting his head rest there in her lap, enjoying the gentle ministrations of her hand in his hair.<br/><br/>Working his mouth open and close a few times, as he looks up to her, just looking to her, resting there, not wanting to spoil the moment.  He takes a deep breath of her scent, why hadn't he noticed that before.  ANd her voice, so lovely now.  And, he shivers, goose bumps forming on his skins, it is cold.<br/><br/>Perhaps she is right, it would be better this way.  What has his stubbornness gotten him?  Pain, that is what.  A fight he cannot win...  Maybe this is his best chance to have some small measure of control of his fate.<br/><br/>"Antoni Mylossi...." he whispers.  "My true name is Antoni Mylossi," he whispers up to her.