“There. Warm enough?” Killian wiggled in a way that seem to wordlessly suggest that he was, indeed, warm enough. “Good!” Magnolia crooned, as surely as if he’d spoken aloud. Killian’s eyes shone with adoration as he stared at her face. It truly was a testament to how much he worshipped and trusted her that he did not take off running through the trees when Magnolia produced what appeared to be a comb from her bag.
