Wonderkind

As the fire grew, he would see her scoot towards the heat, still mostly asleep.

 

She woke blearily, sitting up as she looked down at the fire before looking up at him. She pulled the cloak tighter around herself, scooting over to his side and resting her head on his shoulder.

 

She nodded, her eyes closing again as she slipped her arm around his back, her hand on his hip.

“Okay...” she murmured sleepily, exhaling contentedly.

 

She straightened up a little while later, looking up at him.

“How’d you sleep?”

 

She nodded again, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“Good. No visions.”

 

She gave him a small smile, burying her face in his neck.

“It’s alright. It’s always good to wake up to you.”

 

She fell silent again before she seemed to realize her hand was on his waist. She straightened up suddenly, quickly pulling her hand away.

 

She laughed a little, sounding panicky.

“I can’t be trusted.”

 

“I touched your waist,” she said nervously.

 

She looked up at him anxiously, folding her hands in her lap.

“But it’s inappropriate,” she whispered. “It’s what people do when they’re... you know.”