[The feel of the wind whipping on his blinded face is an uncomfortable one, but it doesn't nearly compare to the anxious feeling settling over him. It started with Malba's words earlier--calm, easy... too much so to be natural. Malba had been deeply worried then, and now, speeding along the roads, Zelos is almost certain his anxiety has doubled. He can feel it in the tenseness of his body, in the strength of the twitches moving through him.
His hunny has a knack for worrying; this is a definite fact. Yet, judging from the way Malba had leapt into action, this is not an ordinary worry--it's a serious one. An infectious one.
Zelos' arms wind tighter around Malba's waist, and he presses his face firmly against the sprite's back. Yeah, definitely infectious.]