She kisses the grin, pleased.

Good.

And then kisses him again.

Thank you

It is unfair to make him promise that, probably. So many have not returned, to her, or to him. But she is selfishly glad that he has, all the same. Probably, she should be more cautious - this could still be a trap - but his spirit is warm against hers, moonsilver bright and deep as the roots of old trees.

"You need to rest." She murmurs aloud.