"I could do that," she replies.

She touches his cheek, his bloody knuckles, takes away the pain.

"Thank you for taking care of things in my absence, Skellig." "I should eat, and then rest."

She drinks some of her beer. "But, I would fly with you, when next we are both awake in the early morning." She flushes. "And fly. I haven't entirely stopped thinking about courting you in the air since the idea first popped into my head."