He hoped the darkness disguised his blush. He lived without her for almost two years, which seemed unthinkable now. She was one of his best mates and while his feelings might have complicated things for him, he preferred having her with him than not at all, even as just a friend. Everyone else seemed to changed in the village, but their friendship felt the same. It was familiar and warm and he suddenly feared the magic snatching her back. "I am not going anywhere," he promise. "The magic seems to like having me here. Oy, the things this place makes us say!"