Even with bed hair, he was still the most beautiful man she'd ever known. With his soft, boyish face, his lean, tough muscles, and deep blue eyes that could hypnotize her, he made her feel lucky just to have met him. But it would all be for naught if he was of poor character. The man was a hero, through and through. He'd battled frightening monsters, braved disease and the elements, and faced down death itself. Had she not known him longer, she might have swooned at his feet at every meeting.

Instead, she simply blushed and pretended to be annoyed.

"N- yes! You made me wait forever! I was wondering when you'd wake up, sleepy-head."
The tug at the corner of her mouth gave it away that she wasn't serious.
"Are you...going to eat that?" she asked, and shrank down a bit as she considered how he might react to dry eggs and burnt steak.