Peter nods, raising his eyebrows as he glares at the floor, and shrugs his lips. Quite perceptive.
Rayden steps up to the side of the bed, kissing the back of Sarah's bandaged hand, and puts his free hand on Peter's shoulder. He nods to the both of them and disappears with a gust of wind.
Peter puts an arm up, covering his face with a hand, and closes his eyes against the wind.
Locks of Sarah’s hair fly around her face. She spits out single strands, blowing them from her face, and puts them behind her ears.
Peter opens his eyes, putting down his arm, and chuckles at her.
Sarah picks at her cuticles again, looking up at him, and bites the corner of her lower lip. "So, not time to eat?" She grins, tapping her fingers over her stomach, and swipes away the bits of skin.
Peter turns aroun
