Her smile was bright and happy despite how tired she was, and she pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes. "Neither did I. But here we are." Her fingers moved across the tattoo idly, the mark that meant she was meant for him. Often at night when she figured he was asleep she traced he lines of it, marveling that something like this was for her.

"Maybe another kiss before I have to get up and go talk to people again," she murmured softly. This was more than she'd done in a long, long time, and even then it hadn't been overly cordial when she had. And she was happy and warm with it all, but she was also fading and needed a little boost.