a_libertine
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Relief wasn't quite the emotion as he saw Isabelle come to the carriage, pleasure was in large part the emotion. He was happy she came back, that he didn't have to chase her down. Happier that she was adjusting to what life, and he, had dealt her.
He wrapped an arm around Isabelle as she whispered her thanks and guided her to the carriage.
It was built for luxury, not a single hard spot in the interior, even the floor was padded. Helping Isabelle up, Aeron lowered himself into the deep cushion that seemed to swallow him. Motioning to the spot next to him, Aeron said softly, "Come sit down and rest your head on my lap, you must be exhausted."
He wrapped an arm around Isabelle as she whispered her thanks and guided her to the carriage.
It was built for luxury, not a single hard spot in the interior, even the floor was padded. Helping Isabelle up, Aeron lowered himself into the deep cushion that seemed to swallow him. Motioning to the spot next to him, Aeron said softly, "Come sit down and rest your head on my lap, you must be exhausted."