"It's okay," she murmured softly, gently pulling him closer as she hugged him, taking care to watch out for his wings. "It's okay."
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close as he rested his head on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
His wings glowed in response to her touch and he closed his eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Puck woke early the next morning, sitting up. His white hair flopped in front of his eyes and he frowned, glancing over at Calliope.
Ben was still asleep next to her. His wings had loosened in his sleep, and he seemed a little more relaxed, his hand on her waist.