I'm okay. He knows I'm okay.
I prop myself up on my elbow, just watching him. The rise and fall of his broad chest in those flannel pajamas. The tremble of the fabric echoing his heartbeat. His face, relaxed in sleep, moon-silvered, lips curved into a secret smile. I wonder what he's dreaming. I could tap into the soulbond and see, dream with him... but he should have privacy. I should not enter unasked.
My kiri'totharan. Awful as the night was that gave him to me... thank the gods for my kiri bond, warm and golden and safe and ours. Thank the gods for my kiri. For Halloran.
I slip my hand into his. I'd kiss him if I dared. But if he doesn't want me...
He shifts slightly. The light through the window picks out new angles and shadows - his mouth, the line of his neck, his strong arms. My so-handsome kiri.
"I'm going to marry you someday," I whisper, knowing it for truth.