“And what of love?” Rowena questioned the group. She had been asking questions all afternoon in an attempt to get the group better acquainted, and so far only Godric and Helga were answering. Salazar was standing stoically, listening to the answers his companions gave, willing to obtain information on them without giving any of himself away.
Godric thought for a moment, “I have not been in love. There was a girl back home, but she married a farmer before I had a chance to court her. Could have been love; I did feel strongly towards her, though she did not know it.” Rowena looked sympathetic, “My, that is tragic.” “Do not dwell on it Rowena, for I do not.” He smiled reassuringly towards her.
“How about you Helga? You must have had suitors.” Godric turned the attention to Helga, who smiled at the assumption, “No, I’m afraid not.” Her answer was simple, and partially a lie. She did not have suitors prior to her stay here, but recently had found comfort with Salazar. She could not say if the affection she felt was love, especially since she was still unsure he even felt such a strong emotion towards her.
“Salazar, I demand you answer this question since you’ve refused the others.” Rowena said with a stern, but teasing voice expecting the man to continue to deny her attempts of getting him to talk. Godric laughed, because after the mundane questions Rowena had been asking all afternoon he doubted Salazar would answer such a personal question. That and he wasn’t even sure his friend knew to love another. There was a pause before Salazar cleared his throat and answered, “Yes, I know of love.” His eyes flickered to Helga, who looked bemused but he could swear he saw her smile flicker over her face before she too hid her true feelings.