"If I'll have you? Vex." He kisses her again, attempting to put that doubt to rest. "The house is yours. It isn't much right now, but it's there."

As an option other than crashing with Vax'ildan. Percy might have been content to do that himself if not for the events of his first day here. That changed everything. His thumb brushes tenderly along her cheek.

"You look stunning," he says as he pulls back just enough to look at her. The dress looks like it has seen better days, and he is almost afraid to know why. Whatever happened, in this moment, it doesn't matter. She's here, as safe as she can be, and she's whole.

And as they look at each other, Percy strokes his fingers along the line of her jaw, then curve of her neck. Gods, he missed her. He bows his head, nose brushing her hair. She smells like the sea, he's just noticing. What happened to her?