Having him close again, even for just a moment, was something like a miracle. She'd been so afraid she would lose him, lose her home, but she was staying.

"It's not the first time I've been called that," she whispered in return, giving him a small smile. She set a hand on his chest, enjoying that closeness for another moment, then gave him a gentle shove backward. "Go on, your queen's waiting. I'm not going anywhere."