Faelan's expression hardens at your words, and he nods slowly in understanding. "Yes," he says softly. "You were captured by the humans, just like so many others. But you are free now, Rhysa, and together we will see to it that no other elf suffers such a fate." He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, his eyes filled with hope and determination. "We will win this war, my love, and we will reclaim our lands."

Faelan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek in his hand. "No, Rhysa," he says gently. "You are not a stranger wearing her face. You are my love, come back to me after an eternity apart. And I will never forget that." He pulls you closer, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss.

The serving girl's face flushes red again at your question. "Oh, no... I mean, not yet," she stammers. "There's a blacksmith's son who's been courting me for some time now, but we haven't... you know..." She trails off, looking uncharacteristically flustered.

Do you continue to chat with the serving girl or move on to another topic?

The serving girl's jaw drops in surprise at your revelation. Her eyes widen and she looks like she's about to say something, but then her cheeks flush again and she turns away, muttering under her breath. "Well... I should get back to work," she says awkwardly before hurrying off to attend to another table.

You watch her go with a smile on your face, wondering how long it will take for the news of your confession to spread throughout the tavern.