"I don't have a preference. Sandwiches would probably be easy. or pizza." He shrugged. He didn't care, as long as he was with her. He'd been away from her far too long. "I like the flowers like that," he commented, looking over at the makeshift vase.
He couldn't currently see any of the bruises Rhythe had left on her, bur when he did, he would feel angered all over again. He almost wished he had killed the bastard, that would be the only way to ensure he didn't come back to haunt Ebony again.