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She dimpled, considering him. “I’m not ashamed of you, Z,” she teased, leaning in and kissing him gently. “I just don’t want to overwhelm her. I...
She relaxed before laughing a little, her shoulders slumping. “That’s going to be a lot to explain,” she mused. “So... we’re dating? Are you my...
She seemed very relieved, her ears perking up again. “Okay. Good. That’s what I thought. But do I tell her that?”
She was looking up at him, lying on her side as she propped her head up with her hand. “What, uh... what do I call you to my mother?”
She settled against him easily, her hand curling gently as she exhaled. “...Z?”
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,...
She looked over at him, studying him, her face soft.
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...
She brightened, slipping her arm around his waist gently before leaning into him. “Do you want to set up camp here?”
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...
“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...
She looked up at him. “Was he like you?” she asked gently.
She looked up at him. “Do you miss him?” she asked after a moment.
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...
Her nose crinkled as she smiled at him. "We should probably stop soon..."
Her frown deepened and she stood on her toes, kissing his cheek. “I’m always going to worry about you.”
Her face brightened for a moment, her mouth curving up in a smile and her eyes lighting up before her face fell. “You can’t fly for that long,”...
She fell silent, her fingers intertwined with his.
She frowned, kissing the back of his hand again. “We’ll see...”
She looked a little panicky, glancing up at him. “I don’t want you to leave,” she said hesitantly. “It’s not glamorous stuff...”
