"My sweet and thoughtful love," her smile is a bit sappy as he squeezes her hands, presses his lips to her knuckles. "I did very well for myself, in scooping you up," her tone is slightly teasing at the very end.

She waits until he's dressed to take her cat shape, leap up onto his shoulder. Skellig can hear Xenophon and Kirke coming out into the hall, eager to get going.