The spirit let out a soft sigh, and kissed Naael back gently. Naael could<em>feel</em>her body responding, the spirit's flesh growing warmer, slightly, and the breeze gentle in her hair. But after a bit the spirit broke the kiss, gasping and shivering. "I...have difficulties. I am not<em>meant</em>to have a form like this. I am not<em>meant</em>to feel, to have<em>feelings</em>. Yet I do. And after this long...I have been filled by the corruption of this place, and changed to this. And then the corruption was ripped from me. This is eternal, now. What has been done to me is...forever. I do not wish it...yet my body and<em>feelings</em>yearn for the touch of another. As His touch rips what I was from me, one strand at a time, unable to even<em>die.</em>"<br/><br/>The spirit looked at Naael, and began to cry tears of mist that evaporated into nothing in mid-air. "I want your touch, to lose your challenge...and that is the worst torture He could devise. To undo all that I was."