Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

And she is there! At his cheek!

He felt glad he had stayed still, that he had decided not to move until she had. He wanted to rush things, out of fear. Perhaps it was for the best that he had no voice in those moments. So that he could not blurt clumsy words to attempt to make her like him more.

It is better like this, he knows.

That they may like one another (for he now assumes that she likes him!) through their actions. More so than any kind of fabricated words for one another.

Softly, sheepishly, he leaned into her touch. As if he might convince her to linger with him a little bit longer.