High above the chaos of Miri Town, the noise fell away.
Wind tugged at their clothes. The sun was warm. Below them, the town sprawled in its beautiful mess of tents and timber and shouting dwarves, but up here, none of it reached them.
Jasmine's arms were locked around his neck.
She squeezed. Hard. Her face buried into his chest plate, and a sound left her that was half laugh, half squeal, muffled against his armor. Her body pressed flush against him, feet dangling over nothing, and she didn't care. She rubbed her cheek against his chest like a cat marking territory, nuzzling into the gap between his collar and jaw where the armor gave way to skin.
"You're back!" she breathed. "You're back, you're back, you're back!!!"
Her fingers curled into the fabric at his shoulders. She pulled herself higher, squeezed tighter, and buried her nose against his neck.
Quinlan grinned. "Wasn't it just three hours for you?"
Jasmine pulled back.
