We sit and lean back against a tree, my back on the rough bark, the back of her head resting against my chest. I rest my hands on her sides and draw her close, giving her a tender embrace. I remember when I returned the favor and saved her life. She had been knocked to the ground, unconscious with an orc towering over her, the crumbling rock in the collapsing tower not concerning the beast at all as it lifted its axe to strike. I couldn't seen its face, but I imagine it just showed surprise as my rapier passed through it's back and out it's chest, neatly impaling the beast's heart. I had never been a strong man, and she was not a small woman, so it was with amazement the rest of our companion watched as I emerged from the crumbling building, her unconscious figure carried over my shoulder. "You didn't think I'd leave your fine ass, did you?" I had said to her when she woke up. She had just smiled.
"You didn't think I'd leave your fine ass, did you?" I mumbled as the memory passed my eyes.
"Hmm?" she murmured, tilting her head towards me.
"Nothing, dearest." I press a soft kiss to her cheek, moving my arms to rest around her shoulders, once more giving her a soft embrace with a little squeeze. Tears are starting to come to my eyes now. I remember when we had fought back to back, both of us having to delay the advance of the count's - no, of her - soldiers so the rest of the party could get the peasants to safety before their village was destroyed. Ghuart the bard had seen us fight side by side, and said it was poetry in motion. My witty quips, her cries of savagery. My elegant thrusts, her brutal swings. Both so opposite, both so complimentary of each other.