Hushed Willows Stranded Lullaby

The question Lumiya posed struck something deep inside the young man. She really did seem to trust Dante in a way he wasn't sure he'd ever been privileged enough to experience before; the little epiphany left the mousy boy stunned only momentarily, his maw hanging just slightly open before he blinked and managed a soft response. 

I don't know, his gentle voice murmured, ears twitching lightly. He slumped closer to the girl and sighed a low, I hope so. Orlaith has a certain loyalty in her, you know? Maybe... Maybe that loyalty will lead her back here someday. He pondered it silently as they rested against one another, a vision of the fiery fae and Lumiya in the throws of a quarrel making his jaw set a bit tighter. As much as he wanted the woman to return, if she were to cause such fray to his love's mind once again, he wasn't sure he'd be so forgiving. Hissing out a soft breath, the boy closed his eyes on that thought, pressing his forehead to Lumiya once more.