[se] swept by the wind

Cordelia

Deimos didn’t falter in his teasing. If anything he dug in further. Cordelia felt her cheeks heat and she huffed, hanging up one of his articles of clothing with more force than necessary, ”I did not look like that, Deimos. You’re being ridiculous.” Did a bit of defensiveness creep into her voice? Perhaps. Did she care? Absolutely not! The Attuned was going to deny any such pretenses of longing looks or googly eyes towards Noah even if it was absolutely true. She would take it to her grave.

A laugh pushed past her lips, bright and sudden at his proclamation, shaking her head at his antics as she moved over to join him. ”For being a rather physical being, Noah is reserved in many different ways.” The hunter mused, trailing after Deimos into the woods, eyes peeled for any signs of freshly blooming flowers, eager to bring some color back to their homes.

Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place