"This gift of life was given to me without any predictable lease, a gift that can be withdrawn at anytime," Wesley tells Illyria in a drunken state pointing to himself.
"I will catch you," she whispers as she stood looking at this figure of a man who is her teacher, her protector.
Mourning for his lost love, oblivious of her feelings for him, he glares in hatred at this blue creatured goddess of the love she had stolen away from him.
Wesley has taken to the assumption that Illyria does not know the meaning of love.
Love: Strong affection for another. Attraction based on sexual desire. A warm attachment or devotion to someone.
In love: Inspired by affection.
Illyria slowly tends to him with a wet wash cloth dabbing his forehead, cheeks and neck to give him comfort. His bottle of whiskey lay on the side of the bed. Sprawled, he mumbles, "thank you", softly to his charge.
"Wesley, you must not do this to yourself. You have mourned for her enough. You are to teach me how to live as a mortal. If this is of human emotion, I choose not to live in your world."
"Welcome to my world," he growled.
"Of what human trait is this? Does this thing you do make you feel better? For I do not understand your mortal way of living. Does this thing in this bottle, does it make your pain go away? Is feeling nothing better than feeling something?
"Leave me alone," he hissed. "You don't know the meaning of love. It was ripped out of my hands as if it had been sold to the devil. And you are the devil in disguise!"
"Yes, Wesley, I do not know the meaning of what you call is love. You will have to teach me one day." She spoke in a soft low sultry voice. "Teach me the meaning of love, for I do not know the feeling of loving someone.
Illyria pulled the bedcovers on him and smoothed out the wrinkles. Before leaving him alone, she lightly caressed his cheeks with her fingertips.
"You do that, my protector. You teach me about love, for you think I know nothing of it. Explain to me what is this feeling I have for you.
She stands at the doorway turning to take a glimpse of him. "Goodnight, My Love. I will see you tomorrow." Illyria turns off the lights and closes his door.