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He kissed her temple and was quiet for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”
She pulled him forward, looking up at him. “You alright?”
“That’s a vast improvement,” he said, draping one arm over his shoulder. “I can deal with that.”
She rejoined him, taking his arm. “I got it.”
“He doesn’t?” he asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.
She returned outside, holding the key.
“It’ll get better. It already has, right?”
She pulled away from him, reaching up to straighten his cloak before going into the inn.
He looked over at Puck, who was cleaning his sword. “How did it go?” he asked lowly.
She took them before giving him a hug, her brow furrowing. “I think you’re wonderful,” she told him quietly. “Okay?”
He rested his temple against hers gently. “It’ll be done soon.”
She looked up at him, her mouth set in a stubborn line. “And then I’ll come get you?”
“Me too,” he replied quietly. “Do you want to nap? I can wake you when dinner’s ready.”
She shook her head adamantly. “You are good,” she said feverently. “You just made some mistakes. You don’t deserve this.”
He laughed, looking over at her. “I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted against them.”
She still held his hand, regaining her composure.
“You’ve probably unlocked some things,” he replied thoughtfully. “You saved me.”
“No, it’s not,” she replied, and he would hear the lump in her throat, almost in tears due to the injustice of it all. “Why can’t they see you...
