He hadn't said much during dinner, but he'd reached out to comfort her when she needed him during the startling revelations. The action spoke volumes to her, but she had to make sure they meant the same to him. "You know how close I am?" he asked, leaning against the door. "Yes, in fact, I'm shocked that you haven't turned yet. Your strength of will must be immeasurable." "Hardly, I've just surrounded myself with things that help." "Like your atrium? I noticed earlier today in the woods, your aura lightened when you touched the tree." "You can see auras?" "Not in the same way that the fae do. You can only see the auras and soul light of your mates. I can see different colors tied to emotions. It's tied into my empathy." He nodded. "Interesting. To answer your question if my oasis helps, yes it does. I am fae, a child of the earth. Plants help bring us light." She stepped forward. "Then why don't you go back to the fae garden, the one from my dream. That place has to have enough light to help." His eyebrows came together in a frown.
