Rhysand smirks as he watches her try to move around in the tiny attic of the inn they managed to snag the night in.

He loves watching her, taking in the way she absorbs the world and feels it. He wishes she would recognise the bond between them so he could actively feel her emotions. He loves her emotions, the good, the bad and the in-between.

“Is this to your liking, darling?” He asks smoothly, leaning against the small door as he watches her.

“Is this a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic?” She asks, turning to look at him with an unsteady gaze.

“Just breathe in and out for me. The fear will pass, you are safe.” Rhys replies as he takes a step towards her.