Warden:
Her heals, as involuntary as breathing, impossible not to do.
It's on your hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-your-throat, waiting for the moment of her touch, and you're alive again.
She is punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters more than her touch.
She will die for you - She'd kill for you too.