Finn

　　With a conflicted heart, I study the sleeping human woman. Her name is Maya, and she is currently leaning her head against my chest with a big smile on her face. She looks so cute when she is dreaming. The rugged, tortured look on her face, like she has walked through hell and survived, is gone, and left is a cuddly kitten.

　　I prefer that version. It bothers me that such a young woman seems to have endured more pain than some people will experience ...