88. Given name
Riza knows lust (and she has felt it too, those dark talons insinuating themselves into the chambers of the heart in a way that manifests only as sickness). What she feels daily now is nothing so trivial or hot-blooded; if it were so she could resist it, for Riza is nothing if not patient herself.
No, there is a brightness, a steady and redeeming quality that binds her more readily to her purpose. Lust could never inspire the loyalty (which is in all its forms a kind of love, imperfect and charitable) that is so deeply a part of her, the thought that makes her helpless except as a vehicle for change.