I do not know what it would be without you." "I am little enough to--those who know me," said Unorna, growing pale, and drawing a quick breath.
"You cannot say that.

You are not little to me." There was a long silence.

He gazed at the plants, and his glance wandered from one to the other, as though he did not see them, being lost in meditation.

The voice had been calm and clear as ever, but it was the first time he had ever said so much, and Unorna's heart stood still, half fire and half ice.

She could not speak.
"You are very much to me," he said again, at last.