Will slipped his arm around her, allowing her to settle in closer if she wished. "You know," he murmured slowly, "now I think of it, it may've been a crocodile. Never learned to tell those two apart. And there's no good time to ask when they're coming at you with all them teeth." He quirked a grin. "Turns out Sherwood Forest doesn't do much to prepare you for life in the bayou."
It was no word of a lie, though he was leaning into the silliness. She'd said it had helped the other day, giving her something to laugh about. And he liked to hear her laugh.