[RA] [SE] polished like precious stones

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

Reputations of stoicism indeed, as if these halls and eaves have not recorded years of nonsense, tomfoolery, and vulnerability alike. Still, though she wishes he’d never found true need in the presence of his walls, it’s an honor to slip past them even when it takes a little time and effort. She doesn’t expect a door, but she is grateful for every minute faster she can manage to slip between the cracks. Though speed isn’t the key physically given the task at hand, and today is more about pressing a metaphorical bruise to help him build up resistance - as silly as that sounds when paired against ideals such as being spoiled or indulged. Evie has to bite her lip to stifle a giggle when her traitorous brain wonders would it help if we called it training?

Knotted is an understatement, but she doesn’t intend to travel down his back until they’ve been coaxed, bribed, or perhaps even wrestled into submission. Though she does let her magic seep through her fingertips to help ease the way, always a little punch-drunk over the fact it works on him now after so many years of not. Her hands work diligently at his nape and top vertebrae as she hums thoughtfully. “Not much, toddlers aren’t the best conversationalists and Alys and I kept our visit lighthearted.” Though she’d enjoyed it immensely even so. “I’m slowly earning entry to the gossip of the produce corner in the market though! Only marital drama for now however.” Which she’ll certainly share if he’s keen on it. It’s a strange hard-won game, incorporating herself into the civilian areas of their home and earning something seemingly arbitrary like trust with secrets and gossip. But it’s nice to earn it and to be seen as Evie and not as their Warden-now-Advisor. “Do you have any to share?”

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me