He watches, hands barely moving, making no sound. And tells himself that he's not wondering whether she dreams.

And wondering, too, what its like to feel fear and fight on anyway. Because all humans get scared don't they? And some cower from it and some don't - and she doesn't.

His superiority melts a little as he thinks about it. Because be mortal and brave - it's quite a feat. Stronger than being immortal and brave maybe.

He shuts the thought off. Immediately.