fragile minds

Her lips met his, and his hand cradled her head, a gentle touch that he held until she straightened and stood on her own. Mmm, you love me, even still? She did not know what he's done over the years to ensure the safety of his people... Her people, if she'd stay. That same kind of safety would extend to her.

You always did fall fast. It's still quite endearing. He breathed the words, and leaned to steal another kiss. Let's go celebrate.

The familiar glint in his eye would certainly inform her how he'd taken her offer to share his bed, though he was never one to pressure her into anything. She'd have to initiate, once they were there.

He led the way, fingers curling through hers as he pulled her with him by her hand, It's not much but... I like it, he said, as they stepped into his hut. He still had to duck to enter easily. The doorway had been built a tad too low, and he was working to rectify that.

I've got some sweets from a delivery this morning, he moved to rummage through the pantry in the main room of the hut. His bedroom was the only room that had walls and was separated. For our celebration. He no longer kept alcohol on the premises, and Carasson would skin him alive if he found anything in the hut.

As a result, he'd developed a sweet tooth. And as he held out a wrapped pastry towards Shae, he grinned sheepishly. I'll also get you something more comfortable to sleep in... one of my shirts, maybe? It'd be large on her; large enough to count as nightwear.