Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
He is not the only one soothed by an action as simple as gazing at each other. She could not have forgotten his features so quickly, and yet her eyes trace them anew to commit them to memory once more just to be safe. Reminding herself that he is here, returned to her and Nate at last even if damaged in the process. Injuries can heal so long as he is alive to bear them. It makes it so much easier to smile, to laugh, like a boulder has been lifted off her chest and the air which fills her lungs anew leaves her weightless and buoyed on a heady joy. "I think I can accommodate that." As proof, she uses his bent posture to lean closer and press a kiss between his brows, chaste but no less fond.
His approval warms her from head to toe; symbolically of course. It can't chase away the spring chill that nips at her skin. No matter the weather she has always been inclined to wear as little clothing as possible to bed, especially with how comfortable she is in the arctic reaches. It doesn't mean she isn't inclined to slip back beneath the furs and blankets with him though, not when it doubles as rest and recuperation for him. "Nate wanted bracers," she notes idly as her eyes take in the tattoo that is revealed as he climbs slowly, stiffly, into their bed. Only once he is comfortable does she come closer, sliding to align at his chest without being close enough to touch, careful of his bruises and bandages alike. "Maybe we could just keep one here in the house, with points for all of us. Frey might be more amenable to a single item." Something they could carry around as needed, but which could be safely hidden in their home at any other time. "Fireproofed, of course, considering our luck." A wry grin pulls faintly at her lips, the invasive scent of smoke still pervasive the farther from the living quarters they wandered. Repairs would come when they were all fully healed, but their track record was already alarming.
His approval warms her from head to toe; symbolically of course. It can't chase away the spring chill that nips at her skin. No matter the weather she has always been inclined to wear as little clothing as possible to bed, especially with how comfortable she is in the arctic reaches. It doesn't mean she isn't inclined to slip back beneath the furs and blankets with him though, not when it doubles as rest and recuperation for him. "Nate wanted bracers," she notes idly as her eyes take in the tattoo that is revealed as he climbs slowly, stiffly, into their bed. Only once he is comfortable does she come closer, sliding to align at his chest without being close enough to touch, careful of his bruises and bandages alike. "Maybe we could just keep one here in the house, with points for all of us. Frey might be more amenable to a single item." Something they could carry around as needed, but which could be safely hidden in their home at any other time. "Fireproofed, of course, considering our luck." A wry grin pulls faintly at her lips, the invasive scent of smoke still pervasive the farther from the living quarters they wandered. Repairs would come when they were all fully healed, but their track record was already alarming.
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