"Sometimes it's nice to pretend my life has dramatic color and costumes," Romilda said with a grin. "Like a play, or a movie. The more I pretend, the more it seems that way. Now if only I had a soundtrack."
She really, really enjoyed the way he picked her up, and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to assist him in holding her. Not that he really seemed to be needing much help; he was strong, and she was tiny. But it was much more fun to hold on to him, anyway. She was grinning when he broke the kiss to speak, and her head fell back slightly as she laughed. "It seems like a very good way to celebrate surviving," she said, looking up at him with warm eyes. "Don't you think?"