The lord raised his head as she came over, opening an arm to curl about Katherine's back and the other rest on his abdomen where she eventually drew on his half turned-over palm. He smiled as he listened to her and then leaned up just enough to kiss her head.
"Thank you, that means more to me than I can express," Rhysand said honestly, quietly with such truth. The hand around her back lifted to drift over and over through her hair, running his fingers through the silken ribbons. Sometimes, he was certain this place was a dream. Maybe he had fallen into someone else's dream, not Feyre's. Maybe he had died to Amarantha and this was just whatever Cauldron and Mother saw fit after death? He couldn't be certain. It felt so mundane and yet so unreal.