Eiravyne let out a soft, surrender sigh, her shoulders finally losing every last ounce of lingering tension.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead and then the side of her head heavily against his broad shoulder, letting his absolute warmth seep deep into her bones.
Closing her eyes, she breathed him in, the sharp, clean scent of herbs and ink mixed with the undeniable reality of him, and gripped his skin tighter, anchoring herself completely.
She was right here. Safe, and entirely wrapped up in her favorite person, feeling as though she had finally made it home.
For a moment, Urag completely froze.
He didn't know what to do with her like this, so soft, so entirely unguarded and trusting against his chest.
It completely shattered him. He was utterly defenseless against the simple, quiet weight of her head on his shoulder.
His massive frame trembled, a soft, ragged breath escaping his lips as his arms wrapped around her with an aching, reverent gentleness.
