"Hello," Narcissa whispered, caressing his cheek with a gentle, adoring touch. She still hurt immensely and her eyes were growing heavier and heavier every moment, but everything was suddenly better now that he was here. "How are you feeling?"
She wanted him to gather her in his arms and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. She knew that with their injuries and his mother present that that was not going to happen, but she ached for it. It had been so long since that night at the end of August.