He looked up again, his arms tightening around her waist. “I can’t get over it,” he replied, shaking his head a little.
He looked down at the bed, squinting a little. “I feel like if I let you go, you won’t come back,” he said with a self-conscious laugh.
He rolled his eyes, leaning over towards her. “It’s not about whether you mind, elf,” he replied, raising one eyebrow. “It’s about what you want.”
“Maybe you’re not tired,” he suggested. “Maybe you’re not looking to hang out in a bed with a broken faerie. Maybe you have things to do.”
He laughed a little, slipping his arms around her waist. "So, you're admitting you have nothing better to do?"
"I'm saying I'd prefer to spend time with you," she said stubbornly, looking over at him. "I really missed you."
His face softened a little as he watched her. His hand reached up and he gently tucked her hair back behind her ear. "I missed you too," he replied quietly, his forehead settling against hers. "My brave elf."
He squinted at her, raising one eyebrow playfully. “What are you talking about? You’re the bravest person I know.”
"I know plenty," he said, looking up at her. "No one else has run from an entire kingdom. No one else has gone with a prisoner just to get more information. No one else has fought their own people in order to do the right thing. You're special, Cal."
