“May I move to the table, or will that be considered pulling away from you?” Theon glanced down to where his hand still cupped her elbow, and he dropped it, stepping aside for her to pass. When she reached the table, she paused, looking over her shoulder at him. He wasn’t sure why until he realized she was waiting for permission to sit before the Legacy had taken their seats. His chest did something weird at the action. She did this, he reminded himself, giving her a nod to take her seat.
