"Then what are you going to do?" Lucivar asked, frowning deeply. "You are carrying on as if you were Daemonar begining a snit. There are only a few options. You either spurn the girl's affections, accept them or return them. What happened cannot be erased and you will have to face those consequences when the time arrives. Now is not that time, no matter how much time you waste worrying about it. There is much that is different here. Mother Night, I understand. I am sure Witch will understand as well but running yourself in circles will get you no where."