Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

His smile returned when she spoke, and he was going to tease her a little about her answer that was really more of a non-answer. But then her next words made him pause. He wasn't sure what to say at first, rendered completely speechless by her compliment. After a few stunned seconds, he nuzzled her cheek in thanks, lifting his head after to meet her gaze again. And you're beautiful always, he finally offered in return. It might sound a little cheesy, but he meant it. The way she moved, laughed, smiled—it was all beautiful; he was very quickly becoming enraptured by her, and he didn't even care.