Bun And Loaf.

Let's make sure we're clear on this...

When I woke up, again, Sylvia was nowhere to be seen.

I didn't go back to sleep this time...

I heard noise coming from downstairs and smelled food.

I lazily got up and went to investigate.

My emotions were all over the place from yesterday and I was having trouble clearing my head enough to walk straight.

She found me sitting on the top step.

"Do you need help?" She gently asked.

"Have you got any ideas?"

"Hmm... Míñâ tâllí."

My mind became focused again and I felt fine.

"Thank you." I said, nearly close to tears.

She came up the stairs and lifted me up.

We walked down and she sat me at the table.

Setting a plate in front of me, she kissed me and said.

"It will be alright. I suffered similarly the first time I saw someone die.

You've a very innocent heart if it bothered you so badly.

Now, you said that you'd explain the riddle of the vole book."

As I ate, I explained Christianity and Jesus.

She was puzzled but took it all in.

By the end of everything, she wanted me to baptize her as soon as possible.

I did, in the tub, because the river was too cold.

When she was dried off, she looked at me anew.

"Of all the women you could have married, Clark. I'm grateful that you married me."

"Honestly, it was partly to do with your customs and how you presented yourself.

I'm attracted to strength and humility.

Also, you don't make me feel emasculated so, I am proud to call you my wife."

"Why would anyone want to do that?" She asked.

"I couldn't even begin to understand it, myself."

"Hmm.

Well, I will say that you don't seem anxious or panicked, anymore, and the spell's effectiveness has long since faded."

"Your fault, that, and thank you."

"You're welcome." She said, laughing.

She took my empty plate and cup to the sink.

Coming back, she place her hand to my cheek, sat in my lap and kissed me.

"Clark?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." I said, hugging her to me.

She is short, by her world's standards, at four feet tall.

That and the fact that she wears a 30b.

I have to know.

"Sylvia."

"Hm?"

"Are you considered an adult in your world, and how old are you?"

She giggled.

"My people, in our world, are considered adults at twelve. I'm nineteen. You?"

"I'm thirty-four." I said.