In those brief moments, Uriel remembered Liora's warning .. when the Saint of Dawn had told her to stay away from Frey.
But Uriel had never intended to abide by that warning. She had already chosen the one she wanted to walk beside, settling a decision she had wavered on her whole life.
Pulling back slowly, she lowered her head, hiding her flushed face, while Frey stared at her, surprise still plain on his.
"Uriel…"
"Sorry, but this is all I can offer you in my state," Uriel blurted.
"I might not be able to stop you like I did today next time .. but at the very least, I'll be there. Maybe my presence will help you hold on to yourself, even a little. I still lack the strength to make a real impact on the battlefield… but I'll work many times harder to narrow the gap, even a little. So…"
"Please let me stay with you ..to the very end."
Hearing her out, Frey realized Uriel had made her choice ..intent on staying by his side, to be his saint.
