She let herself wrap her arms around his neck, returning the kiss gladly, before she pulled away. “I know,” she murmured. She brushed her fingers through his curls and stepped away. “Please, go get ready, before I do something foolish.”
He nuzzled at her hand before nodding obediently and taking a step back, allowing his eyes to linger on her for a moment longer. Then, he slipped out of the room with a smile on his face and a spring in his step, calling out for Rafael.
The manservant waited for him in the tiny armoury, Isaac’s armour gleaming brightly on its stand and his sword neatly sheathed on the table. His face was still set in that faint disapproval. Without a word, he held out the padded undergarments for the armour.