"I'm sorry..." Nyrissa whispers. "I feel the frosty bite of fall, before my spring has quit its blossoms. But

"I'm sorry..." Nyrissa whispers. "I feel the frosty bite of fall, before my spring has quit its blossoms. But let it be, let it be! It's more than anything I could hope for. At least allow me to thank you. And help you. I want to..." The nymph stops short.