"Bastet..." Cat goddess. He let out a chuckle. "It does seem to fit you, especially the goddess part."

For his dreams had depicted her as a goddess at first, but somehow, he knew that she wasn't one, even as she was. Her touch, smell and looks though... They were like pieces of a jig-saw puzzle he had solved many times before falling into place, beginning to form a picture that was still just as wonderful and beautiful despite its familiarity. Or perhaps because of it.

"We were friends." Another intent look as he remembered the dream, the sense of implicit trust between them, the knowledge that she was an important part of his life. "But far more than friends..."