heals an aching soul

Those who come to see her, love her, and such is his intent: to convey her warmth like the sun that kissed her freckles, her vivaciousness. That she was loved fiercely and devotedly by the hero.

(And himself, who, too, loved the hero, but none need concern themselves with the affairs of his own heart.)

Her story doesn't draw as big a crowd as that of the Aegis, titled though it is as chronicles of the hero's beloved. Does that frustrate him? Of course. It was a common ill among writers, to notice a discrepancy in reception. Even now, all these years later, it takes him a moment to remember he already has what he desires: an audience for her, no matter how small, that keeps alight the love that surrounded her so very long ago.