She reached up and rubbed his back gently as they walked. "You must be happy," she mused, looking up at him. "Does your father's hearthstone feel any different than yours?"
“You know,” she replied, taking his hand gently. “Good, but a little misguided. I could see you being a wonderful father.” She looked up at him suddenly. “I didn’t mean anything by that.”
She hesitated before standing on her toes and kissing his cheek gently, her hand against the opposite side of his jaw gently. “Well, then,” she said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I guess you’re a special kind of wonderful if you’re able to be a good person despite all of that.”
She brightened, slipping her arm around his waist gently before leaning into him. “Do you want to set up camp here?”
They finished setting up the camp in minutes, the process streamlined from all their time together. She sat on the bedroll, leaning back on her hands and looking up at him.
Her ears perked up when he touched her and she slipped her arms around his waist, settling her head on his chest. “You’re my type,” she told him, kissing the soft skin under his jaw gently.
