Jade Fern Grove I'd only waste it again

he accepts her promise that it will fade, and unable to avoid the thought, she adds, "I won't vomit on your feet though—promise." his huff is met with a sideways glance, muzzle curved slightly. 

brief surge of warmth is overtaken by mirth at his assurance, exhales sharply, brows furrowing. "a fate worst than death, surely." she teases, brushing against him easily. "I am glad you are with me, then, to defend my honour." it is meant as a tease, but it's half-sincere; their relationship has been sudden, but since he'd found her way to their borders, it is rare she knows anything besides happiness, or in the least some deep sense of content.