Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

Grayday let out a small hmm at this observation, thinking that it was true that Adeline had not always been kind - but when she'd been unkind, it was when she was bristling with righteous indignation, every bit as beautiful for her fury as she was for her joy. "I think that if I really got hurt, she'd cry for me," he said sagely, lifting his chin in silent acquiesce. He was pretty sure there was gravel in there, and he'd have a helluva time trying to get it out himself. "It's okay," he said, eyes sparkling mischievously, "you can laugh, too. I don't mind."

After all - he'd laughed when he got to the bottom, after realizing how silly he must've looked, and how carelessly he'd stepped.