Later, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sat by the window, watching the rain trace silver lines down the glass. Damian joined her, handing her a mug of hot chocolate.
"You made this?" she asked in surprise.
He shrugged. "Don't look so shocked. I know a few civilized things."
She laughed softly, sipping it. "It's good."
"You sound surprised again."
"I am," she admitted with a grin. "You're full of secrets."
He studied her face the way the firelight danced across her features, the small smile that always reached her eyes. "So are you," he said quietly.
For a long moment, they just sat there, listening to the rain.
Her hand found his, unsure and when his fingers closed around hers, it felt like an anchor.
"Damian?" she murmured.
"Mm?"
"If tomorrow takes all of this away… will you remember me like this?"
He turned to face her, eyes steady and unreadable. "I'll remember everything."
The storm outside deepened, thunder rumbling somewhere far away.
