It seemed like a victory. Rather, it seemed like it should seem like a victory. Honour remembered their conversation in the sunlight. She plucked at the fabric covering his shoulder, then looked back at him. His eyes, she noticed, were strange, so strange. Beautiful. But strange in a way that made her catch her breath. She hadn't focused on his eyes like this since the night they first met. She'd wanted anything but to be close to him, then.
Now that she was close to him, she didn't know what to think.
"Thank you," she answered. It was all she could come up with to say. And perhaps, for now, that's all she needed to say. Honour rearranged herself, then, setting both feet pressed together and flat on the cushion beside where they sat, then leaning sideways against him.
"I don't think you've ever told me about yourself, not really," she said. "Maybe now would be a good time to do that."