"I don't think I would be," Rinoa decided. "It's not ... easy, carving a space for yourself that isn't just what you can do. I've always known I was the Sorceress, but ... it was hard to decide who Rinoa was."

If she slid a few inches closer, she could pull his hand onto her lap. That seemed much cozier.

"I pretend that I'm confident, that I'm utterly in control, and it's usually a facade. I'm tired of having to live up to the weight of it."