First change

They were finally going to make love. Avine thought confusedly that they must have tried to make love once before. But something terrible had stopped them. Something that had burned in the fires of the Ashellion sun.

Then, as usual, she preferred to push away this kind of thought, which in her mind had no right to exist.

So she let herself go into the arms and the passion of her love. It was for her the first time. Him or no one. She had to accept that no other body, no other warmth, no matter how wonderful, would ever touch her heart. It was so terrible that she could only love like this once.

But she accepted it with all the pain it must require.