Thomas smiled against her hair and kissed her forehead. All things did change, it seemed, and he had the sense that his and Elia's coupling had taken a turn for the bittersweet and nostalgic before it had the chance to be something more.
Still, he'd stay with her if she asked, and he nodded lightly before pulling at the breeches and doublet to slide in beside her. He touched her hair again, comfortable with that intimacy, and kept his voice low. Didn't want to be overheard.
"I'll stay, then, but I won't have you casting me out before I get a chance. Let me speak to Myrwin, Elia. The worst that could happen would be you poisoning me, and I daresay it'd be a sweet death."