Atlas listened intently throughout her story, feeling bad that she'd had such a horrid day, and so far, he'd had a very good one. He'd gone for a run that morning with Octavius and spent the rest of the day packing for their trip.
"Yeah, we can go there for dinner," he said, taking her hand and kissing her head before leading her off the ferry. "But first, the room. That sounds good."
The inn wasn't a far walk from the dock, and soon they were up in their room. It was small, with just one large bed, but he didn't mind. . . not at all. He set his bag down in the chair before perching on the end of the bed. "C'mere," he said, motioning for her to come over to the bed as he scooted back, more towards the middle. "Let me rub your shoulders. Might make you feel better."