[She hums into the kiss, content as can be, that happiness spilling over into the warm wind that caresses them, gently sweeping into the cave and back out.]
What did I tell you about calling me that...
[A light tease, a little graze of her teeth over his lips, and she gives his hands a squeeze.]
... But thank you, Cidolfus. For all of this.
[She truly wishes that she could say more, that she were good with words and could wax poetic about her feelings, but this will have to do.]
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What did I tell you about calling me that...
[A light tease, a little graze of her teeth over his lips, and she gives his hands a squeeze.]
... But thank you, Cidolfus. For all of this.
[She truly wishes that she could say more, that she were good with words and could wax poetic about her feelings, but this will have to do.]