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She kissed the tip of his nose. “Really. You’re remarkable.”
She laughed deeper, turning to look at him. “It makes a difference to you.”
“You said that before you attacked me, too.”
“No, not really.”
“Well, now I can hug you.”
She looked up at him with a small smile. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Does that make you happy?”
“That’s what they all say.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Should we get up?”
“Isn’t it tiring?”
She considered his fingers, tracing his knuckles in his hand. “You’ve just worked so hard for us. You’ve sacrificed a lot of pleasures of your...
“My best friend? Of course you are, Gabe.”
He gave her a weak smile. “Try not to attack me anytime soon.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I love you.”
He blinked in surprise. “You don’t need to do that for me.”
She studied him before taking his hand and kissing the back of it. “I’m so incredibly proud of you, Craw,” she said quietly.
She laughed slightly, closing her eyes. “That’s good. I’m glad.”
“No, Tez,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “It’s not your fault. I have the brain that can’t handle *squee!* like this.”
He kissed her again, pulling her close.
“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just... for pixies, it’s the wings that we have to maneuver. For dryads, it’s the antlers.”
