Greetings, great champion called by grace^[1]. I am Fia^[2].

Circumstances have compelled my stay at the Roundtable Hold^[3].

Great champion, would you allow me to hold you, but briefly?

Perhaps you might share with me some of your lifely vigour, and your stout-heartedness.

Doing so will grant me the warmth of a champion. And you, I am sure, will bear a Baldachin's Blessing^[4].

Do you think it vulgar, perhaps? Where I come from, it is a sacred act.

Ah, my thanks, great champion. You are...very warm...

What you felt light up inside you was a Baldachin's Blessing^[4]. Though it is but a fleeting thing, I am afraid.

Come back to me, should you require another. I will take you in my arms as often as you need