hold tight to your loved ones and remember this

His eyes are so very green as they stare into hers, maybe a bit wider than usual, maybe with the same stare he leveled at her when he knighted her, his lips slightly parted, his breath coming in faster. She finds his pulse with one of her thumbs, noticing that it suddenly became faster and it’s still becoming faster, as if the longer she rubs her rough fingers over the red welts left by the straps and all of that scar tissue the faster his heart sends blood flowing though him, and it’s good, it’s good because it means he’s alive and here and like hell he’s not the fighter he used to be.