It started out simple enough, and yet not at all. Jade still found herself lying awake at night while Dave slept a short distance away, marveling over the mysteries he'd introduced to her ever since he waltzed into her world. No - not waltzed- that was the wrong word for it. It was more like an explosion of fire and lava, burning her up from the inside out. Only when it completely scalded her had it began to move away, and the feeling was so addicting that she had to follow it. She wanted that insane warmth to fill her again, almost like an addiction. Dave Strider was that addiction, and still she couldn't fathom what exactly it was that drew her to him. It couldn't be something as simple as his looks, as there were many handsome men throughout Skyrim she'd met, but then what was it?
Perhaps it was only the sheer complexity of the situation, the mystery of what it all meant, that had her following him around as loyally as Becquerel once did with her. She could never even dream of betraying or leaving him- it was as impossible as it was insane. Jade Harley found herself completely smitten with a man she only knew for three short months.
A man who was Dragonborn.