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No, but you deserve them, he answered slyly. She wandered back over to him, positioning herself and resting her head on him. He sighed with her, finding it all very domestic. It would have been pleasant if he wasn't constantly in pain and feeling ready to vomit. For the moment, the nausea subsided, and her warmth was a welcome comfort. He nodded, knowing that she needed a reprieve as much as he did. Hopefully, their plans for the spring would be just that, and go mostly uninterrupted by horror.
I missed you, he said softly, face still against the dirt. It was possible he had said it before when he had first returned, but his mind felt cloudy and dazed. He didn't need to travel with her. He knew he was... well, he'd thought he was capable of travelling by himself without consequence before Astraeus had proven him wrong, but it had just been too much time. They'd spent far too many hours together on the road from Sagtannet for him to be able to just give up the warm scent of her fur and the long talks they shared. You've ruined me, he joked, sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry.