Allison breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Chris. That means a lot to me. It really does."
He nodded and squeezed her hand before standing up. "Come on. You should get inside. I'm sure Deucalion wants to make sure you're okay."
"He can see me from here."
"I know. But I heard you upstairs. You were pretty fired up. I'm sure he's worrying. A worried king can become an angry king. Besides, you can't afford to get sick, and while I'm not a good judge of temperature, I can see that it's cold enough to snow. We should get you inside."
Sighing, she let him pull her to her feet. "Was I too harsh on him?"
He threaded her arm through his elbow, resting her hand on his wrist, and looked down at her as they walked. "I don't think so. The way I heard it, it sounds like it's something you've be
