Her fingers curled into his hair, the unmistakable feel of that seal etched into his forehead pressing against her own... it was a part of him that, indeed, could never be removed, only hidden... but no longer was he bound by it, either. It had never defined him, for her. Now it seemed he was finally starting to realize that the only one who was binding him to that Mark was himself.

"I think I do, when I'm with you," she answered in a soft murmur, fingers stroking through his hair, a gentle touch to the back of his neck. "I... fell for you, too, when I wasn't even meaning to..."