Verona had managed to get out of bed eventually, but she hadn't managed to get away from Elric. From the moment she stepped out of the bath, he had been like a shadow, or more accurately, like a massive, heat-radiating burr attached to her side. He didn't just walk with her; he hovered, his hand constantly finding the small of her back, her shoulder, or her hand.
By the time they reached the dining room, Verona was flushed and slightly breathless. Elric, on the other hand, looked like he had just conquered a kingdom and was now deciding which part of it to eat first.
"Elric, really," Verona whispered as he pulled her chair out and then, instead of sitting on his own, dragged it close enough that their thighs were pressed together. "The others will see."
"Let them," Elric murmured, his eyes fixated on the way the morning light caught the stray curls at her temple. "I've spent too much time in the dark. I'm making up for lost hours."
