"Hey," he grunted, mostly because that was all he could manage. Okay, so Tadhg wasn't especially observant, so he didn't really notice the bloating. He didn't look for the bump, he didn't notice that, either. But he did notice that she wasn't glaring, she wasn't yelling, she wasn't in her fighting stance. That was definitely a good sign. And she looked great, or at least he thought so. She did look stressed out, a little worn and tired, but she was still herself. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
But he didn't know what to say, which was odd for him. Tadhg was one of those people who didn't fuck around. He said what he needed to without beating around the bush. He used only the words he had to and didn't try softening things or worrying about anyone's feelings. He got what he needed to say out, and that was all that he ever aimed for. But he speechless.
So, what does a straightforward person do when they find themselves rendered speechless? They do the first thing they think of, of course. He stepped forward, over the threshold, and wrapped his arms around Lyssandra, pressing his face against the nape of her neck. He breathed in her scent, and the most unmanly thing happened! His stomach fluttered. Yeah. Butterflies in the stomach for this tough guy? Jeez. But yeah, he'd missed everything, even the way she smelled.
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