She brushed her fingertips along his shoulder when he laid beside her. “I was just thinking about … that first night. How patient you were. How awful I was.” Delicately she picked off bits of bread, nibbling on them.
He scooted closer to her and smiled fondly at the memory, expression adoring and relaxed. “Of course I was patient — I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you, of you not enjoying yourself.” He shook his head then and rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on hers. “You were absolutely perfect, Summer.”
She shook her head right back with a laughing smile. “Foolish knight,” she murmured. Finding an apple in the packs, she stole his dagger from the heap of clothing and began to cut it up neatly, feeding him little bits.