My line favorite is:
“It was even when I was awake,” explained Frix. “The bloodlight… or I don’t know what your people call it. Red streams, like a fountain… and…” he couldn’t find the voice to say ‘you.’ It was too… it didn’t seem like a thing she’d want to hear. It maybe wasn’t a thing he wanted himself to hear either. Mossa’s face flashed in his memory, and he felt hot with guilt.