Then come here," he said, a bit redundantly, as he had already pulled her with him into an armchair and curled her up in his arms. "Tell me what I can do to help you feel better."<br />Fire looked into his quiet eyes, touched his dear, familiar face, and considered the question. <i>Well. I always like when you kiss me.</i><br />"Do you?"<br /><i>You're good at it.</i><br />"Well," he said. "That's lucky, because I'll always be kissing you.