withoutswords: (+ smirk)
She laughs a little as he pokes his stomach, and reaches over to do the same, tickling his ribs a little as she is at it. "I promise, if you begin to grow flabby I will chase you through the fields until you are lean again."

His understanding makes her smile in return, and she bends to kiss his fingers. "You will do one sort of battle and I another, and we shall make certain both of us are well prepared before we engage our enemies. But it need not be our first priority." Her eyes twinkle at him. "That was to test the soundness of our rooms, remember?"
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