WoF: Apart from the start

Foeslayer and Arctic flew near the back, close together, but he didn’t say anything for a long, long time.
Foeslayer risked a glance at Arctic’s face. He looked as though he’d been stabbed through the heart himself.
“Are you … all right?” she asked.
“Obviously not,” he snapped back.
She blinked. “I mean — I know you’re upset. But I meant, how does your soul feel? Is it OK?”
“My soul is none of your concern,” he hissed.
“Um, yes, it is,” Foeslayer retorted. “If I’m going to marry you, your soul is very much my concern.”
Arctic let out a growl and turned his head away from her.

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A scene from "Runaway"
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Poor Artctic, poor Foeslayer, their meeting caused so much pain to both.
Why couldn't they be happy

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Art by me
WoF, characters (c) Tui Sutherland