"Not in the slightest," she replied, coming back to the table and taking his plate with deft fingers.
"Maybe some other time," she replied, reentering the dining room and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his temple.
A low laugh sounded softly in his ear and she buried her head in his neck. “Be pretty awkward otherwise.”
She pulled away from him, running his back lightly. “Hey,” she said after a moment. “Remember that first night on our mission and we saw the Northern Lights?”
He frowned, obviously thinking back to something that upset him. "Ah.. My first mission was pretty far out in the wilderness and my partner and I were on a similar expedition to the one we were on." He crossed his arms as he recalled. "I believe we were just about to get away into the tree line when he got hit. The enemies figured the wolves would to us before anyone else. I, uh, pulled him away from the place and we ended up in a sort of clearing where the helicopter would land.. The Aurora Borealis was clear right ahead before he died."
She was quiet, her eyes wide as she slid into the chair next to him. She listened carefully and was silent as he finished before shaking her head and placing a tentative hand on his back. “God, Francis, I’m so sorry.”
She took his hand and kissed the back of it, rubbing slow circles with her thumb. “...are you tired?”
