Re: A stormy night
Turning away from the pan, after flipping the steak to cook it evenly Killian crosses the small amount of space the kitchen affords then reaches out to take her hips in hand, drawing them together and resting his head on her towel.
"I still don't remember much. Swamps. Stone weapons. Killing intruders, blood in the water." he murmurs gruffly "I doubt I'd even have met a Gnoll without a weapon in hand, let alone... Well." his hand shifts, gripping the scruff at the beach of her neck to press their foreheads together "This relationship might have started out as your idea... And we've each taken our share of wounds from it... But I don't want to lose it either. I take it you want me to tell the asshole I'm on board, even after what he did to you?"