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She did not love him, but intended to do right by him.
    â€œI apologize for doubting you.”
    â€œNo need. You are right to be skeptical. No one likes to be used.”
    â€œHow am I being used?”
    â€œIf your were-form turns out to be valuable to the village, you will be required to remain here, regardless of your preference.”
    â€œWhy would I want to leave?”
    â€œI don’t know, but there are indications you will not be satisfied here. So your freedom may be at stake.”
    He did not like the sound of this, buttressed by her genuine concern. “What is your advice, as a friend?”
    She leaned forward and whispered urgently. “Depart. Leave the village. Now, before you transform. Only in this manner can you be assured of your freedom.”
    â€œBut then I would have to leave all my friends. And you. For a nebulous speculation that I may want to in the future. Does this make sense?”
    â€œYes, Wetzel, it does. We are dealing with probabilities, and they indicate that you could become a virtual prisoner here. That you could become unhappy. Even if I remained your lover, which I may have to do.”
    His own emotions were becoming chaotic. “This would bother you?”
    â€œYes, because I want your sexual interest because you have it naturally, as now, rather than because you have no alternative, as may become the case. Wetzel, I want you to realize your full potential in every manner, and I fear you can not achieve that here.”
    â€œYou said you could love me if you allowed it. Would you allow it?”
    â€œYes. But I think that would not be enough. I am not your perfect mate now, and I will be less so as time passes. Especially once you achieve transformation. You thought I was being polite, but it is true: I would tie you down. I am not in your league for potential. I am not worthy of you.”
    â€œWeava!” he cried, pained.
    â€œIt is the truth.”
    And her mind, completely open to him, echoed that. She truly believed that he was destined for greatness, and that she would only be in the way.
    â€œI can’t do it,” he said. “This village has been everything to me. And you—I can’t leave you. Not until you tell me it’s over.”
    â€œTrust me,” she said. “You must go.”
    â€œI can’t.”
    She sighed. “If you should change your mind, don’t consult with me or anyone. Just go without notice. That may be your best chance.”
    That much he could promise, knowing he was unlikely to change his mind. “Agreed.”
    â€œLet’s not discuss this further. You need to keep it out of your thoughts.”
    â€œI can do that.”
    She smiled. “Yes you can. Do not tell me your secret. You may need it.”
    Love for her overwhelmed him. “I’ll tell you.”
    â€œNo!” Then, rather than debate the matter, she sent him the potency thought. Soon they were having sex a third time. By the time it was done he realized that she was surely right, and that he needed to keep his secret, even from her. He buried their dialogue in the storm shelter.
    But why did she think he would want to leave the village and her, when no harm threatened him?
    Time passed, and nothing happened. Weava encouraged him to go out and have liaisons with the girls of neighboring villages, but he demurred. He knew she was trying to get him out of the local village, so that he could more readily depart it forever. But he needed neither the girls nor departure, as long as he had Weava. He was in temporary love.
    And realized one day when he visited the storm shelter, that the powers that existed in the village had known he wouldn’t leave Weava, regardless what she told him. He was thoroughly smitten. So she had been free to tell him the truth as she saw it. He was already committed to the village. She bound him here despite wanting to free him. It was an irony she surely understood and