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The longer she allowed Indigo to touch her, the more comfortable she became with the action. Eventually, it didn't even register that he was gently stroking the back of her neck. Had anyone else been petting her, she would have felt terribly uneasy. It showed just how patient he was. The giant man had a natural protectiveness to him. He drew in the broken and downtrodden and he lifted them up. Even someone as blind as Gypsy could see that Indigo was nothing but good. All former fears of him eventually giving her back to her father had dissipated. She trusted him.

After relaying her dream of eventually having a goat, Indigo spoke. The tiny woman's brows lifted in surprise and her mouth opened in a soft gasp. A whole herd of goats just because she wanted one? The small fae gave his leg another squeeze before reaching up and placing a soft kiss upon his chin. The action surprised even her and she tucked her ears in uncertainty for a moment before she spoke. "You're so very kind to me. Thank you, Indigo." Her sweet, soft tones poured forth with a little more life than usual. It was him. He brought this out in her and she didn't think that she could ever thank him enough for it.

Gypsy