“I am,” she says, because she knows herself. “I must be.”

No one else will fight for him as she does; no one else can. The line must be held.

Which is why that as long as she exists—as long as there is a soul that still calls itself Malenia, the Blade of Miquella—she will return to him. There is a chance to resurrect when the curse of this island is resolved, and she will take it. If there is a chance, then there is a promise. She will.

…

“Your prosthesis is voluntary?” she asks. She works with warriors, involuntary ones are a dime a dozen.