Breathing a sigh of relief, Celia wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed the side of her face against his chest as she whispered, "Good. I'm glad you're okay."
Heat swelled in her chest as his arms wrapped around her to return the embrace. His cheek resting atop her head, she grinned as his soft voice whispered, "I can say the same for you. Come on, let's go join the Willhers by the fire. I think you'll be fine now with the spirits being released."
"I think so, too," she agreed before helping him get back onto his feet.
Taking her usual place hugged against his arm, she rested her head against her soldier's shoulder as they joined the outer ranks of the Nekos surrounding the bonfire. Michael, propped up against his crutch, stood in the middle of the circle telling a story. Right
