“That’s true,” Crow smiled at Penelope tiredly when she said they wouldn’t get sick of each other. Although, right now it was hard for him to imagine that he would ever feel like that about her. They hadn’t been together for more than a few months, so he was still quite infatuated. However, his feelings toward her ran even deeper than that. He was closer to her than anyone else he’d been with before, except perhaps for his mother, but she had passed away so long ago that it was hard to compare their relationships. What he could say for certain was that within the last decade of his life, he had never let anyone in as much as he’d let her.

He closed his eyes, feeling warm as she kissed him on the cheek. As he laid comfortably against her side, it didn’t take long before his exhaustion began to settle over him, and he yawned after she did. Even though he had been enjoying talking with her, he felt ready to pass out after such a long day. “I love you too,” he mumbled as he gave in to the impulse and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Crow was roused from his slumber by the gentle morning light that flooded in through the window. He stirred tiredly, having slept somewhat deeply in the security of Penelope’s arms, and stretched. His body was beginning to ache slightly from all the walking and hiking they had been doing to and from the outer villages, so he was reluctant to get up. Instead, he burrowed a little deeper beneath the blanket on the bed and nestled his head between Penelope’s neck and the pillow, hoping to snag a little more shut-eye before they got up for another long day of traveling.