“She could fade and wither, I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face”
But oh, to be free. Not to have to go, “Poof! What do you need, “Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need?”. To be my own master. Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world.