Evanna's eyes widened, startled that Arawn had seen everything. Unlike Fiza, who she knew to be there, the prince's presence felt absent. Arawn caressed her cheek and kissed her lips tenderly, sweetly, before drawing away and interlacing her fingers with his. "Let us go before Ger does see us together. I might not seem like it, but I am not completely heartless."
The princess' fingers tightened on Arawn's. "*You are not heartless,*" she commented softly as she followed his lead. Arawn led them back to the small campsite. They gave each other's hands another squeeze and then released them before those sitting by the fire would notice.
Ronan, Fiza and Garrett sat quietly. The trio even looked a little uncomfortable. Well, Fiza didn't; if anything, her eyes betrayed her a few times when they twinkled in amusement like she enjoyed others' misery. Maybe she did? They didn't know her well, and the night fae was so mischievous.
