Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.
Is that why you’ve been pushing me away? Because of how you look? […] I waited for you my whole life. Yearned for you my whole life. After Tersa told me you were coming, I spent seven hundred years searching for you[….] I never gave a damn what you looked like–tall, short, fat, thin, plain, beautiful, ugly. Why would I care about what you looked like? The flesh was the shell that housed the glory[….] Even if I couldn’t be your physical lover, there are other ways to be a lover and I know them all. So don’t stand there and tell me how you feel depends on how you look!