King Elk Forest bittersweet

This man, Grace decided, was pleasant to be around. His face always seemed to be smiling, charming, and he just felt like a good guy to her. His wink melted her insides, and a breathy giggle left her mouth. Amazed with her confidence, Grace didn't even think the words before her mouth was working. 
 
                             "That's what I said, right? I'm no liar."

He agreed to join, and all was left was to bring him to the borders to meet Zaavier - the yearling was sure he would find Archer as worthy as she did. His last comment brought a blush to her skin, and she shrugged nonchalantly with a coy grin spreading across her inky maw. Just as she was about to turn and lead him away, though, he said her name. At his request, her face morphed into one of surprise, confusion - she tipped her head and was silent a moment, studying him - before lighting up in a bright smile. 

                                                             "I suppose I can do that - as long as you help me find some herbs on the way."