"I liked being on the opposite end of things." She admitted. Then, as if reading his mind, added: "but not as much as I like the feeling of your arms around me. I feel as if the world - worlds, I suppose - is not so cruel when I am wrapped in your embrace." And she was certain she had said something similar before. Never hurt to remind him though.

She stepped closer - as close as she physically could, head tipped back to look up at him given their significant height difference.

Initially, she looked confused, brows furrowed, before she started to consider what he might mean by that and her eyes widened; cheeks warming with a blush. Not that he could see any of it. "How would you do that, darling?" Might as well ask to see if she had assumed correctly.