I tremble at the thought that you might get drunk with too much of me, and that my sweet-bitterness that you once so craved just start running stale; that you'd wake up with a hangover to some other different ale.
"I'd love to heal any non-fatal wound, whether its mine or others'. I'd like to heal mangled hearts. People say its wounds are fatal. But they're not. They're just there," she said, *"meant to ache forever."