Darrah, tucking his tiny body into his own little nest, made from a fur-lined hood it was too temperate yet to wear. She liked that he always checked on her comfort, whether it was asking her or taking a moment to look over her bed for the night. She liked how the slabs of muscle at his shoulders and back bunched and moved as he drew off his outer jerkin, leaving him in his tunic. She liked how warm he was.
