Triss looked up (and up) at her friendly giant and stuck her tongue out at him. In turn, he bumped lightly against her before they fell into a smoother walking pace again. The sooner they got there, the sooner the space could be there's. She knew how much she wanted that. A home that she could share with her big healer.
She wasn’t sure how much room he would need for his healing, and if he would care about her habit of pressing flowers and storing them. They’d never gone this far before. They’d never shared the same space and learned about the compromises to mould your life around anothers. What would it be like?
They were near the den when Crux leaned forward, proving very distracting as he nuzzled against her ear. She turned and kissed his nose “Almost there.” she promised playfully, and picked up her pace. Trotting around the rise to the opening that awaited them there.
