Killorn lifted Ophelia, but she suddenly wrapped her legs around his body. He was startled at her abrupt embrace and didn't hesitate to carry her properly. With a hand resting underneath her bottom and the other curled around her spine, he carried her as one would of a child. She buried her face in his shoulders, the action melting the glaciers of his heart.
"You're surprisingly amiable today, my lovely wife," Killorn murmured whilst leaning his face upon her hair. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with her delectable scent. She smelled of fruits that tickled his nose and made him want to inhale even more.
"I-I heard you were r-raised by a wizard," Ophelia whispered upon his skin. By mistake, she had tasted it and she was intrigued by the saltiness. Was it from him being out all day? His scent was stronger at the crook of his neck, but so was his warmth. She found herself resting her face upon his heat, his grip tightening.
