He'd been prepared to do whatever she asked.
There is a weariness in his stance from the day that has ended, but he would have gladly gone out again if there was something Altissima wished or wanted. He would have flown out of Loess, clear across Beqanna, if that's what the trip entailed. But he's glad to brush against her and feel her own wings lessen their grip as she becomes more comfortable. He would brave whatever she asked - and yet there is a fire kindling in him at the thought that all she needs is his warmth.
That at this moment, the only thing she needs is for him to stand beside her and keep out the cold.
Tarian drapes one wing over the lovely length of her spine and the other lifts and curls forward, attempting to block out the winter chill. The gray pegasus intends for his pale mate and their unborn foal to stay warm. He doesn't even feel it when Wildling murmurs those words against his skin, not when they light him from the inside out.
Not when this feels like an affirmation of a lifetime.
"I love you too, Altissima."
TARIAN
@Altissima