Eruvalde's feet kicked close to Tamurilo's shins as she drank her hot chocolate, sipping it carefully so as not to burn her tongue. Tamurilo sipped at his cider, which warmed his body and his heart. They could at least move on from the attack here, wait for Losse here. If she came at all.
Tamurilo felt a pang as he thought of his beautiful wife, her white-blonde hair for which she was named and her sky blue eyes, her laugh like bells and her smile like spring after winter. He missed her terribly, but what could he have done? He had to take Eruvalde away from the attackers, and Losse would not have moved. He did what he had to. He did the only thing he could have done.
"Oops." Tamurilo looked down and saw Eruvalde looking up sheepishly, a little puddle of hot chocolate on the table. He took his handkerchief and wiped it up, ruffling her hair with his free hand.
"Be careful with that, Ru, it's still hot," he admonished, and Eruvalde nodded, pushing her hair away from her face. Tamurilo twirled a lock of it around his finger, and finished his cider. When Eruvalde was done with her hot chocolate, he patted her shoulders and took her off his lap. "All right, love, you go look around while I see what's to be done." Eruvalde grinned and took off, and Tamurilo took a deep breath. He'd have to start a new life, and it would begin here. He'd better get started.
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"Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"
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