She missed him too, as evidenced by the way she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself after that short kiss. It took her a bit longer to find her voice--instead of trembling, her words were airy and soft, not much more than a whisper. "I can't tell you how much I've missed you."

But she would show him. Later. The Red King was the best proof she had of that.

"I should," She paused, hesitated again. "I should get dressed.

After she dipped her head to brush a kiss over his knuckles.