The Fobidden Journal of Indoril Nerevar: Entry #15

The months since Vehk left have given Ayem and I a chance to focus on politics and each other.

Love and passion are curious things.

Ayem and I were sat in our lounge, as I worked some knots out her shoulder from her swordplay that day.

She asked me if I thought she was a monster for giving in to Vehk’s advances.

Had this occurred before Vehk's study at the Temple of the Black Hands, my answer would have been different.

Vehk is not the tattered innocent I brought to Mournhold, but a strong and independent mer who will do great things.

Ayem put her arms around my neck and whispered that while her passions remain divided, the heart beats only for me.