Heidi knew that no matter how much she knew about his painful past, the weight that he carried all these years it probably wouldn't change. He was the kind of man she had come to know who covered his scars behind that skillful mask he had grown over the passing years which had now been blended into him as his own. Maybe she would never understand the amount of depth it carried but the least she could do was to offer her hand for him to know she was there. And even though no words were spoken or shared, Nicholas gave her a soft smile, like he knew what Heidi wanted to say. Leaning forward, Heidi placed a kiss on his lips. They laid down next to each other, legs entwined while they rested on their sides.
"I will be called to support the men fighting against the witches in Mythweald soon. Will you be alright in my absence?" Nicholas played with the ends of her hair with his fingers.
