"Are you sure about escorting me? I mean, you say you're feeling better, but I still don't believe you."
Willow's voice carried a teasing lilt as she smiled up at Evren. He was stretching his arms lazily, the corners of his mouth lifting in that easy, radiant grin that always seemed to make the air lighter. The two of them walked side by side out of the Ascendants' building, the night breeze brushing against their skin.
Evren tilted his head back to look at the stars, but her words pulled his gaze to her instead. "You really don't?" he asked, half-amused, half-curious.
Willow met his eyes, the faint glow of the streetlights reflecting in her irises. "Nope," she said, drawing out the 'p' deliberately.
He laughed softly, the sound low and warm. "It's been two weeks," he reminded her.
"Yeah," she murmured, looking ahead, her lips curving into a small smile. "Time sure flies fast."
