All the shards we keep stepping on

Maea reddened at his question - something that he might not have been forward enough to ask, had he not been under the Family's influence - and Liam waited patiently, some things still being the same. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the Ancient's words, a smile blossoming on his face. "I don't think that's clingy - to like someone's company. To want to be around them." He paused, hazel eyes searching hers. Is that how she felt? Was there such thing as being around her too much? Would he wear out his welcome, chasing her further away not just from the Family, but from himself as well? "I like being around you, too," he said, trying to catch her eye. Her fingers twined with his, and she looked up at him through frosted lashes. "So, yeah - I'll come back to the Greatwood with you." He would stay with Maea as long as she would have him - of that, he was certain. And if he had to travel a bit more than he had before... well, hopefully she would forgive him. Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes