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She softened, leaning into his touch trustingly.
He nodded, seemingly uncomfortable with the vulnerability. "Take care of it."
She leaned into his touch instinctively, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'm glad you like it," he said quietly. "It should keep you safe."
"Of course you are," she said quietly. "You're so sweet."
He nodded, heading to the back table and bringing back a small, thin blade. It was beautiful, glinting in the moonlight, silvery light...
"No, Warns," she murmured quietly, kissing his neck gently. "I'm... God. You're wonderful."
"Yes. Well... I thought you might need it."
She laughed, almost incredulously. "You love me. You're in love with me."
"Okay. Well... I made you a blade today," he said, turning back to the table. "Just in case."
She watched him, her brows furrowed nervously. "You love me."
"Do you need help or anything? Are you being safe?"
She considered him softly before kissing him again, her hand on his jaw.
"You will? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you find him?"
She raised an eyebrow, cupping his jaw in her hands.
He looked up, and an expression of relief passed over his stoic face. "Aspen. You're back."
"How deceitful," she murmured, looking up at him with eyes soft with affection.
Ky was stoking the fire, his brows furrowed slightly as he worked.
Her fingers curled in his shirt and she laughed slightly. "So, all those times I asked you to make sure that you didn't feel anything...?"
"Good. Alright."
