trade this heavy cage of bones for flight

EVIE

He will come to read it in her face, she’s sure of it. They have nothing but time now. Time not just for Halo or themselves as people, but for each other. Moments like these stand in testament to that very fact. As his hands clean the rest of her body and her own do the same for him, Evie takes a moment to appreciate that the water remains hot by virtue of his magic and well-crafted Halovian tubs. Sometimes the small things are what remind her of the hood that still lingers in her life - Deimos first and foremost. His chuckle only drives home that fact, making her own stomach swoop with intense fondness she still resists calling love. They have time after all. Funny how everything comes back to that.

Letting the topic of Cordelia fade, Evie hides her smile in his palm at seeing his head droop. It’s a momentary weakness shrouded by the intensity of his eyes as he asks his question, but she doesn’t miss it. “Right here,” she whispers, and leans in to kiss him gently. Lingering plainly and only continuing when she has had her fill and pulled back just enough to speak again. “Getting out of this tub, getting us both into bed, having Zuriel heal what she can before we sleep. And then we decide on any other repairs when we wake back up.” The rest of the world can wait for a moment while they patch their own holes.

Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be