diamonds come rolling out

The laugh gave him away before his words did. She followed him to the ground, allowing the leg to rest across her back and pull her closer to his chest now that she knew who it was. Her face burned beneath her fur that he had managed to sneak up on her like that. And his jab was met with teeth bared in the moonlight and very un-princess like snort. "She’d say I should’a ripped our yer throat ‘for yer had a chance ter open yer mouth." The Archer-Lyall spat back venomously, trying to ignore the butterflies that were building in her stomach. Why was he here? Was he going to try and take her home? She wouldn’t go. He had to know that.

"’Cuda, what’er’yer doin’ ‘ere?" Some of the heat had left her voice, and she had stopped her attempts at squirming out of his grasp. The weight across her shoulders felt good, and the familiar scent of home left exhaustion washing over her. If she didn’t get away soon she would fall asleep.

"speech".