Standing in a timeless dream

The peel of laughter that came from Modesty warmed Gil’s heart in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. His smile was genuine. When had they last spent time adventuring together? Not a care in the world, not anyone else to worry about but themselves. Why hadn’t they handed over sooner? (The answer is obvious, but he’s enjoying his night, okay.)

Following Mod into the chilled water with a yelp of his own, he keeps close to her. “Both sounds delightful,” Gil teases, splashing water as he pawed at the water, wading deeper after her. Reaching out, he nips at her thigh, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.