my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

She presented the trinket to him, and he raised his eyebrows. A rock, for me? You shouldn't have. She didn't go into more detail, yet, he'd throw off her train of thought with his teasing.

Ooh, yeah? Guess we'll find out how much excitement I can take, hm? His grin didn't fade, boyish and cheerful despite the red color rushing across his cheeks. She was serious, and then her gaze softened, and she brought the rock back up.

What if I wanna follow you all the time? He asked, reaching to rub the piece of jade that she'd held up earlier. What's a Hearth stone? He liked following her, but he had an inkling that she worrying about him. It didn't take her long to decide to fret and worry; but that was something he loved about her. He settled back in his seat and sipped from his refilled mug, waiting patiently to hear more about the rock she wanted to give him. It must be something magic, off a guess.