I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me."
Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always.

You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently.
Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant."
Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.

I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.

Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.

When do you come home to me?

I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?"
"You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.