He could sense her emotions beneath the surface, like listening to a muffled conversation. She was a strong woman, but she'd been through much in the last two days.
"As long as you need," he whispered, kissing her temple. Then he rested his cheek against her hair, and they both breathed together. His dragon stirred, cautious, but also hopeful.
She raised her head, and her eyes flashed with a new light. "How long before the plane leaves?"
"About two hours. Why?"
"Could we see a palace or two before we go? I really wanted to take some tours"
He smirked playfully. "You don't need tours. You have me."
Her eyes widened. "Because you lived through all this Holy cow. I keep forgetting. You seem so modern most of the time."
"Most of the time?" He quirked a brow.
"Yeah, mostly. Sometimes you slip and say something adorably old-fashioned."
"I'm not old fashioned." He shook his head, and she grinned at him.
"Yeah you are, like when you call me 'delicate flower' or 'little rose.'"