Her face turned up as he leaned over. She could swear her heart was hammering loud enough for him to hear it as he ran his hand through her hair. It was a task not to grab onto his shirt collar and pull him down.
Feyre snorted a soft chuckle. "Also speed, strength. Both are still underestimated and I break things that are delicate and slam into walls." Her gaze shifted downward when he covered her more than she had been. The amusement written clearly over her features when she looked back up. "I should have come to you when I was trying to dress myself."