We should find a place like that someday, my magus.

[Somewhere away from all their duties, when they have time. When the world is no longer in peril and she can have him all to herself for a bell or two. To well and truly rest. Ever since she left the Wood she's been so much more conscious of time. These younger peoples outside the Wood rushed so quickly to see the horizon and she was beginning to understand.

While she had too much of it, they had so very, very little. So she drank in these moments, the little way his brow would crease and his eyes would flash as he thought, the little twitches in his muzzle when he spoke. Her handsome magus, the one selfish thought she kept to herself.

Her brows arch as he catches her by surprise, and she smiles; soft and genuine without a hint of her usual teasing.]

And here I was suggesting you mark me with your kisses! I would be honored to bear a mark such as that, Sigr.

[She takes his paw, stroking his knuckles and massaging the pad of his palm, lifting it to kiss his knuckles.]

What color you you paint upon me that others would know your mark?