Unfortunately for Sascha, Tal's attention had been completely stolen by her companion. His heart sped up a little as Alys's heat pressed into his side, her body fitting against him with the comfort of long seasons of practice until it was as instinctive as breathing. He had spent so many years pining after men and women who had no interest in him, no time for him, or outright disdain, that Alys's unwavering love and support was still as heady now as it had been almost two years ago. Their feelings had been newer then, and they'd had seasons to figure out the shape of their relationship and how their hearts fit together in the time since, but as they'd gotten to know each other's strengths and weaknesses, quirks and foibles, they had only grown closer.
"I'll get tired o' livin' long before that happens," he promised, turning his head so he could gaze down at her face, tilted up to tease him with a curve of dark brows and the perfect quirk of her lips. He squeezed her waist lightly, his grin almost giddy with her nearness. "I wasn't plannin' t'take any time off til LongNight, but if things're quiet we could maybe spend a few extra days in Torchline on th'next run down there? I should see how Flora's doin', anyways, an' maybe we can pick a day an' make another date o' it?"
"I'll get tired o' livin' long before that happens," he promised, turning his head so he could gaze down at her face, tilted up to tease him with a curve of dark brows and the perfect quirk of her lips. He squeezed her waist lightly, his grin almost giddy with her nearness. "I wasn't plannin' t'take any time off til LongNight, but if things're quiet we could maybe spend a few extra days in Torchline on th'next run down there? I should see how Flora's doin', anyways, an' maybe we can pick a day an' make another date o' it?"
