He would've done it again, anyway. And as much as that seized her heart with utter fear and agony for the next time, she had to kiss him again. Worth it.

"Puh-lease," she whispered against an eyebrow. "You'd have to shrink, first. Or it'd have to grow."

Or he'd need one of his own. Christmas was coming and of course she'd had another commission set up with the smithy for that holiday, but perhaps it wasn't too late to switch orders. Get cold feet, so to speak.

"...Still. Good works and heroism aside? I can't believe I gave up my front seat for that...mute harridan."

Even the Chosen One was allowed some vitriol against the individual who'd tried to turn her lover into Swiss Pirate.