That earned a smile, soft and affectionate.
She leaned forward, placing a small kiss on Zayn's chin before resting her head against him again.
"I guess… I just wanted you to know who I was. In case it ever catches up to me. I've lived like it wouldn't, but nothing stays buried forever, right?"
Zayn looked down at her.
"Elisse," he said, "I don't care if you were born in a vampire crypt with a golden spoon in your mouth. You're not them. You're you."
She didn't speak and Zayn used that as a chance to continue.
" The one who burns stew sometimes and heals people even when she's running low on mana and carries enough emotional damage to qualify as a full party member on her own."
She groaned. "That was almost sweet until the last part."
"I know," he smirked. "That's my brand."
They lay there in silence for a bit longer, Elisse's fingers absentmindedly tracing along his chest as if grounding herself with each small motion.
