Northstar Vale Ima be a love you 'til the day I die kinda man

He seemed so sure of himself and she couldn’t withhold the rather unladylike snort that escaped her, forehead still pressed to him, unable to seek his eyes out now. “You seem so sure of yourself and this.” 'This' was spoken with the lightest sweep of her paw, and then she did pull back to look at him, brow furrowing at the mention of him not being easy to deal with—she didn’t possibly know how. Everything he did was seemingly for the comfort and well-being of others. How could he not be easy to deal with?

Unless, of course, he meant that there would be many sleepless nights on her end, worried for the man who did exactly as he was trained to do—be a soldier, and accept duty.

“How can you be so sure of this?”