He studied her a moment, looking for any signs that she was being less than forthright with him. But there was nothing to see. The sentiment she expressed was entirely true.
A short nod, Elijah squeezing her hand once more. He'd hoped it went without saying and apparently it did. But he was entirely devoted to her.
Leaning in, one arm wound around her, pulling her in for a hug, his head ducking to brush a kiss to the top of her head. "Good," he murmured, releasing her and straightening once more. "Because I should hate to have to give instruction to my elder sister." He was trying to lighten the mood a bit, however flat it fell.