She was slowly sinking back to earth, a heavy pout tugging at her lips as she realised how she had acted. “No, no,” he said, returning to her, kneeling on the couch before her. She was tearing up, she realised, as drops fell onto the backs of his hands. He kissed her forehead and then brushed several more kisses along her brow. “You didn’t do anything wrong, princess. You’re okay.”
