Upon The Ledge

My love, you dislike everyone. She offered him a light shove in the arm with her words, a grin on her lips. Besides, she added, spending more time with me wouldn't kill you, would it? She'd turned big doe eyes to him along with a small, hopeful smile.

Eriar knew what she was doing. This wasn't the first time she'd asked him to join her for such menial tasks. And, likely, wouldn't be the last.

Athim had hopped her way back over to Eriar's wing, but Solas seemed content to keep his perch on Merilin. Plucking at the fabric of his tunic. Whether it was specifically to annoy Merilin was a secret the bird kept closely to himself.

Ah, do I? Eriar couldn't help the gentle flush that crept across her cheeks. Still, I should like to cook something special for you, every now and then. Something you choose. She'd leaned into the kiss, but pulled away with that same doe-eyed look of hope.

Eriar began to make her way again, though tugged on Merilin's hand to follow along with her as she went. If they were to eat at their usual time, she'd need to get going sooner rather than later.