[She almost feels more like she's perching on the bed than properly sitting on it. Maybe it's just all the energy, how keyed-up she is about what's to come. He strips off his coat and kicks off his shoes, she bends down to deal with her own and shoves them aside with her foot.
And then he's on the bed next to her, and she can't help but grin in response to his question.]
With you as my wind, my love? Always.
[It's... probably for the best she's never heard "Wind Beneath My Wings" at this moment.]
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And then he's on the bed next to her, and she can't help but grin in response to his question.]
With you as my wind, my love? Always.
[It's... probably for the best she's never heard "Wind Beneath My Wings" at this moment.]