"I think we have already established that this is all new territory for both of us. You're not the only one who is fucking up."

Her face twists in grim resignaton.

"I just... don't think I can offer, or provide, what you need right now."

And maybe she doesn't actually want to. She's fed up with the moping—the moping about uncertain circumstances that aren't even going to occur for forty or fifty years. And in her mind, those circumstances are still better than those which most mortals get to enjoy.

"Not properly. To do so would be to change my very nature."