Maeve looked around. She'd spaced out again. She sat on the couch with Larz and had no idea how she got there.
Larz caressed her cheek, his large claw so gentle she barely felt it. "What do you wish?"
She had no idea what she'd said while she'd been out of it. More and more, she was losing pieces of herself. She feared one of these days she'd wake up and be someone else. The monster would win and Larz would never know how much she loved him.
She cupped his cheek in her shaking hand. "Nothing. Remember, this horrible human in front of you cares for you very much." She couldn't refer to herself as Marcie. She didn't know what else they could call her, but she hated that name. And sometimes she thought she was not quite Maeve either.
She would give him this, make sure he knew how much she loved him, if she lost herself, if the monster won, at least he'd have that.
"This lizard man cares for you very much as well," he said.