Once the flowers are in the vase, he circles behind Nina, putting his hands on her hips and leaning in to press a kiss behind her ear. It was a soft, quiet moment, and he did love those most with her. Gentleness that he didn't come by naturally, but he could with her.

"A bit worn," he asked, "not being able to go after goblins any more?"

That night, she had been radiant. It hadn't been the appropriate time to tell her that. He kissed down her neck slightly.