Hmmm…These all seem to be from Maerad's POV. I'll have to write one from someone else's.
I'm not quite sure where this would fit in the series; if it's an AU-wishful thinking-type thing, or a The Singing wishful thinking-type thing…
Maerad gazed at Cadvan across the fire. The flames threw strange shadows across his face and behind him on the ground. He was wreathed in silence, deep in thought, and Maerad was loathe to destroy his peace. She watched the fire dancing in his eyes and stood up, walking around the fire and sitting down next to him. He made no sign of being aware of the movement, until Maerad looped her arm through his. He sighed, and Maerad thought it sounded a little frustrated, before he stood up and began packing his things.
Maerad stayed where she was, sadly staring into the fire.
"Why are you so afraid of being touched?" she asked, thoroughly hurt. The movement she had heard behind her ceased. There was a short silence, before light footsteps approached her. They stopped just behind her, and she did not turn around.
"I'm not afraid of being touched," Cadvan said. Maerad found herself unable to reply. Cadvan placed his hands gently on her shoulders and continued quietly, "I'm afraid of being let go."
Maerad turned to look up at him. "I won't let go," she replied.
Cadvan just sat back down next to her and took her hand. He looked up and gave her a small smile.
"I know," he said.
Wow...This one was mega-short…Ah, well…The next is longer. A bit longer.
The quote was simply "I'm not afraid of being touched. I'm afraid of being let go." I thought it applied to Cadvan.