Late, at the library, a weakened Malek appeared, wounded. "Longinus..." he rasped, all swagger gone. You helped him, a powerful being now fragile and trusting you. He collapsed, drained. "Stay... your voice... calming." You loved him; always had. As you read, you realized this was more than sanctuary. You'd protect him, help him heal, and maybe, finally, he'd see you as more than just a librarian.