her smile brightens when he starts to go into the details of the day, nodding as he speaks, knowing that anything he plans will be lovely even in the middle of all of this chaos, “yes, i do think we may have met but have not had much chance to know each other,” she says, “pastries sound good. and we can do a little bit of sightseeing in between things if we need a break,” she adds. “that would be smart. in case we do forget anything.”
she shakes her head at his response, fingers ghosting over the pink on his cheeks, “nonsense. you are the most wonderful. i don’t know how i got to be so lucky.” she murmurs, her own voice quiet as well. even though they’re alone save for snowdrop still hidden away, it feels natural to remain quiet. she strokes her thumb along his cheek.
she wants to stay in this moment — this little bubble where it’s just them and they are able to focus on each other instead of the horrors outside — for as long as she can. she smiles brightly at him when he leans in more, nodding. “watch the locals and see where they go. find the most authentic places and not the tourist traps.” she muses, humming. “stay in for a lazy day of cuddling and breakfast in bed and just existing.” she says. she hopes he would be okay with sharing a bed, knowing that she’d want to be as close as she could as much as he’ll allow her.
she is glad that callum is who he is. she would not trade him for anyone, and she hates that his father doesn’t appreciate him, when there is so much more to life than fighting. their court would not be the way it is if they did not value everyone. she means every word, because he is such a wonderful friend to all of them, has been so good to her in all of their time together. she blushes more at his compliment, biting her lip a little. she’s never cared too much about the scars, but she finds that she does care what he thinks. “thank you.”
she’d wanted this so long, and she absolutely forgets how to function for a moment, but starts to pull back when she realises he’s not responding, not wanting to overstep. mind immediately going to the worry that she's ruined their friendship. but then when he follows her, the sound he makes as he does, and she forgets how to think, just pressing herself closer when he grasps at her hip, arms curling around his neck and shifting so she can press against him, fingers slipping into his hair as she does.