Duncan found himself with a sudden armful of half-fairy girl squeezing his waist almost hard enough to bruise. Which was just fine by him. He wrapped his arms back around her, letting himself enjoy the moment, the solid reality of her after days of worrying. A few of those questions reared their heads--she'd said it was Kirk the Jerk who made her feel safe and protected and perfect, so why was she letting him be here doing this now instead of Kirk the Jerk?--and he stomped them back down again, as usual.
Ultimately, he didn't care. The truth of the matter was that sooner or later, he ended up doing most things Zelda asked him. Leandra'd teased him about it more than once. It wasn't that he couldn't resist Zel. He could. He just didn't particularly want to. And especially not right now. Even if this moment where she wanted him, specifically him as opposed to anyone else, was temporary, it was nice. More than nice.
And anyway, what mattered was that she was back, and glad to see him, and had said she'd feel safer with him nearby. Which meant there was nowhere else he wanted to be. End of story, all other questions irrelevant.
Duncan bent his head and smelled her hair. "Hey there."