Hiro blinked as she asked her question about her reminding people of the forest. He thought about it.
"Well, you got the colors down, with your eye and hair colors matching the forest. You're gentle, kind, and beautiful. But you do have some strong, ferocious guardians too." He was a strong person, but he was mostly referring to her father, Lord Drae, God of Arcane Secrets and Knowledge.
Indeed, they were still new to each other, and Hiro was still new to relationships in general. "Oh? That's a pretty name. Nice meaning too." He reached out toward the flower Sapphire was holding then suddenly froze in his tracks.
"Wait, what? Kill? Will it kill me if I touch it, though?" Stupid question, he realized she was already touching it, so it had to be safe to TOUCH at least. "By the flame, you're gonna give me a heart attack here. I'm confident I can defeat any attacker here that might wish to do us harm, I can burn a forest down if I want to (not that I would of course), but unseen, invisible forces of toxins, poisons, hallucinogens, enchantments, and so forth, I can't do anything about." She mentioned the wine of the Gods that Lady Angela makes is made from poisonous berries. She wrapped herself around his arm, and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush a bit.
"The ambrosia wine is made with poisonous berries? Wouldn't that kill anyone who drank the wine, or does the process of fermenting the berries, or whatever she does to them take out the poison? It takes a lot to actually kill a God, but it can be done. My father told me stories of a weapon called a Godslayer that sapped gods of their strength, and could kill them. He also told me a story that a God named . . . Judge, a God of WIsdom and Knowledge, who was very well respected throughout the land, used his the majority of great power to stop a great evil threatening the world, and after the crisis was averted, a demon rose from the shadows, and struck him down with a poisoned dagger. He used up MOST of his power defeating what was supposed to be like an . . . alien God, or some eldritch horror, something like that. Judge folded reality upon itself to crush the evil being, it was the only way it could be defeated. But doing that but a massive strain on Judge, he was greatly weakened afterward, he was struck by the dagger, one that would likely normally not affect him, allowing the demonic poison to be able to take effect on him, and it killed him. Dad said he cried at the funeral. So many people did." He recalled some of the stories that his father told him, passed down by word. It was one of the reasons he idolized his father, he told many stories of his adventures in the world, battles against titans, dragons, Gods and mortals, epic wars, and he himself had seen him do amazing things. He was able to calm down, recalling the tales his father told him.
"Right, don't go chasing down any fairies, or wearing any magic shoes they offer, gotcha!" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit.