She traced the shape of a bruise on his collarbone, eyelids lowering. “D’you need to go back down?” she asked, voice slurring a little with sleep. “Rather keep you here … “
A part of the Dark Fae had been about to say that yes, he probably should be downstairs, keeping up expectations. But the fact that Summer was quickly drifting off and that she didn’t want him to go.. Maybe he was getting kind with his age, but he sighed and decided, “No, I can stay ‘ere…”
Summer slipped her hand around his waist, sighing contentedly and snuggling closer with her head under his chin. In just another minute she was asleep.