I... do not know, my darling. I fear as much. Even if I am no druid, not in the sense Sherwood was... [the faun powers are more what Sherwood claimed of the druids, generating wealth and plenty without the drawing on of necromancy to do so, so that's safely different.

It's more his actions, the way he has always run from caring too deeply for others.]

I know of myself. I know the distance I keep with those I have loved. Others do not deserve to carry the burden of my inherent... selfishness. [he puts his hands to Myr's holding gently, if the bond belies the calmness.

He is lonely and filled with guilt for that, feels his desires too needy, too desperate, too childish. That is a weight not to be shared, like the soul supposedly held beneath his gloves.]