[His response draws a genuine laugh from her, her own eyes sliding closed at the warm press of their brows, threading a few stray locks of hair that had come loose from his braid through her fingers and letting them slip through as her lips pull into a warm and easy smile of her own.
When he puts it so simply, who is she to argue?]
I think you'll find I worry quite a lot, regardless.
[But there's a note of humor in her voice all the same; she's self-aware enough to know where worry is and isn't warranted, and it is so very easy to believe him when his fingertips are moving so carefully along the length of her spine. She gives a contented sigh, draping her leg so that it hooks gently behind his knee, ensuring they remain close.]
no subject
When he puts it so simply, who is she to argue?]
I think you'll find I worry quite a lot, regardless.
[But there's a note of humor in her voice all the same; she's self-aware enough to know where worry is and isn't warranted, and it is so very easy to believe him when his fingertips are moving so carefully along the length of her spine. She gives a contented sigh, draping her leg so that it hooks gently behind his knee, ensuring they remain close.]
But I'm interested in muddling, if you are.
[As if he hadn't already made that quite clear.]