"Much better." She said softly, fingers still brushing across his cheeks. "Perfect but you always were. The only person who the Swan Maidens temper would cool for."

And then a kiss to his cheek, a smile, she needed those physical reminders that he was there. Eärwen wrapped her arm around his, leaning against him and glancing at their reflection. It was strange to see the change in his height still, she almost laughed. A very short, stifled, giggle bubbled up though.

"Show me your France. Show me what has kept you away so long."