"I have never been accused of anything less," she replies, briefly lifting her head so that her chin docks against his chest, surveying him from that close proximity. There are so many things she barely has to dwell overlong on where they are concerned anymore — the way in which he takes her in his arms being just one of them, not to mention the way she settles there, as though she was always made to be held by him.

"Fair enough. Unless the city spontaneously decides to alter one of our designations and pretend it was always the case, we have given them little reason to find fault with us otherwise." Save for the experience on the pyre, though she suspects it was not something relegated strictly to certain pairs but a more indiscriminate cleansing.

She finally lowers her head again, her cheek turned to his chest, her eyes falling shut as her body establishes an expression of purer repose. If they were ever intruded upon like this, the first impression would be that they are simply deep in slumber, curled together, save for the obvious sign that no breaths are being taken, features slackened and limbs holding no lingering tension. "I'll wait for you to awaken and join me again, my darling," she whispers.