Her clear eyes scanned his. “I love you,” she said softly. Chaol lowered his brow until it rested against hers. “Tell me that when we’re knee-deep in freezing mud, will you?” She snorted, but made no move to pull away. Neither did he. So brow to brow and soul to soul, they stood there amid the bitter wind and lashing waves, and waited to see what the ruks might discover.
they are so cute
