Because following "head" with "shaft" sounded far too phallic after good smut.

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The next morning, she awoke nude beneath the blankets. On the pillow next to her there was a single arrow, a red ribbon tied beneath its head, with the name Teodore carved delicately into the stem.

She knew it then.

Heart in pieces and mind filled with memories of the previous night, Psyche stared at the empty right side of the bed. Eros was gone – fled to the place from which he had come.

She was alone now.