Six cannot wrap her mind around what is happening here, to him; she has not died, nor has she felt the rejuvenating touch of a God coming to take her away from one she loved so dearly. Sarenrae has always been with her, a dutiful and kind part of her life, but to think that it would be Pelor that would return her heart to her... Six had never been strong enough to imagine this kind of resurrection was possible, despite all her beliefs and knowledge of magic. It was never her area, never her focus; protection, defence, yes, but...

She does not touch him, even if she wants to with all her heart. She can't, not when she can see the tension in his body and the way his eyes move over her. There's no denying the fact that she has never been an expert in people, never been good at reading them and knowing them, but she knew him. She knew him as well as she knew herself, with all the depth and love and adoration that came with the first true love of a young girl's heart, and she cannot ignore what she sees.

Six will not hurt him.

"As long as it gives you that," she admits, voice low and quiet. "How long has it been since you...?"