It was almost funny how perfectly she fit in his arms, humorous how comfortably her body tucked into his own like they were built just for one another. Even here in the ridiculousness of the Everdarque with ruin looming so close by, it felt like a fucking joke how right it was to hold her and be held. And he knew then, unequivocally, that losing all of it—losing her—was going to be even more painful than never having Amma to begin with.
