[ He has already realized that he loves everything about her, but he finds it especially endearing how her ears and tail move to accompany her emotions and what she is thinking or feeling. Still, he believes that he has grown accustomed to reading her various expressions and responses and knowing what it is she is saying, with or without words.

As for the notion of home, he knows that the manor has become considerably less of one in her absence, and he cannot wait for the day that she returns, even if it is only for a little while. But that time is still far off, and at the moment, their thoughts must be elsewhere by necessity. ]

I have often wished to fight by your side, to defend you from any harm that might come your way. When morning comes and the fight begins, I will do my best to find you.

[ He has a duty to his soldiers, but he also has a duty to ensuring that she is protected. The fighting may well be unpredictable, spreading wherever it wills, so he is hopeful that their paths will cross.

Of course, his hands mesh with hers, and although it seems to him that she does not require his assistance, he is certain to guide her hands to the joints in the armor that she might remove them. Perhaps it is unsurprising that it takes more time to put the armor on than it does to take it off.

But even though she appears to be making good progress, he is determined to relish this moment and commit it to memory. ]