He inclines his head in respect though his eyes do not lower.
“I have ridden through mud and blood to stand here agin. If I have been absent, it is because the fates demanded my sword, not because my thoughts have strayed from you.”
A breath passes between them, noticing
the way that her eyes are slowly roaming over him, doing a slow appraisal to make sure he is in one piece.
‘I assure you, Lady I am fine, but if you insist on checking everywhere I would not be against it.”
Flashing her his impish smile before he grows serious.
What a sight it is when his gaze finds her approaching across the yard. A slow battle worn smile touches his mouth, the kind that is earned, not given.
“Duty kept me from your side, Lady. Not by choice, never by choice.”
what trouble did you get yourself into, @ThatHeathenMan .ᐣ surely that must be what has kept you away from me for weeks.
She’s cloaked in dark green wool and her hood is thrown back. The way the early light catches her is enough to cause his breath to hitch. She moves slowly but her chin is high and her spine is straight.


