Ellis is looking at her, stepped back once, twice, to take in the entirety of her presence. How she has seated herself on his bed. Ruadh's head on her knee, leaned in against her leg. The glow of the lamplight on her face, where the paint ends and bare skin resumes.
Acclimates to the way this sight closes like a fist around his lungs.
"Aye, they did," he answers. "I'd planned to thank you for them in the morning. As well as the books."
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Ellis is looking at her, stepped back once, twice, to take in the entirety of her presence. How she has seated herself on his bed. Ruadh's head on her knee, leaned in against her leg. The glow of the lamplight on her face, where the paint ends and bare skin resumes.
Acclimates to the way this sight closes like a fist around his lungs.
"Aye, they did," he answers. "I'd planned to thank you for them in the morning. As well as the books."