[It isn't one of his, either, especially not at a moment like this - and perhaps the daemon senses some of that urgency and impatience, because it actually does as asked and leads him to Rose without much fuss. (There is much rather snarky commentary, but he tunes it out.)
He turns a corner and first spots the dogs -the Leonbergers alone are rather eye-catching- then her in very short order. And he can't stop himself from rushing toward her, either, so they end up meeting somewhere in the middle of the stretch of road they're on, his arms wrapping around her tight and holding her close.
(It might not be altogether comfortable, between the unyielding leather of his armor, the various pouches at his belt and the fact that she's probably getting prodded in the stomach or side with the hilt of at least one of his two his swords. Still, he can't bring himself to let go. Not just yet.)]
Likewise. [He breathes, returning those kisses with interest and nuzzling at her temple, her cheek. He'll get a hold of himself soon enough; for now, he's still riding high on the relief that she's here and whole and in his arms.]
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He turns a corner and first spots the dogs -the Leonbergers alone are rather eye-catching- then her in very short order. And he can't stop himself from rushing toward her, either, so they end up meeting somewhere in the middle of the stretch of road they're on, his arms wrapping around her tight and holding her close.
(It might not be altogether comfortable, between the unyielding leather of his armor, the various pouches at his belt and the fact that she's probably getting prodded in the stomach or side with the hilt of at least one of his two his swords. Still, he can't bring himself to let go. Not just yet.)]
Likewise. [He breathes, returning those kisses with interest and nuzzling at her temple, her cheek. He'll get a hold of himself soon enough; for now, he's still riding high on the relief that she's here and whole and in his arms.]