[His gaze follows her as she sidles along, and he lets out a laugh. Oh, so she was going to make fun of his height, was she? (He knows that's not actually her intention, and is actually a good idea, but its funny all the same.) He steps up onto the rock, and manages to reach more or less a similar height to her if he stands up straight.]
Hey, would you look at that. I've magically hit a growth spurt. [There is no rock here. Not at all.
All joking aside, he reaches to touch her jaw, her neck, below the patch covering her ruined eye, his fingers feather-light as his green eyes study her, now that it's easier to see her up close. He still can't believe she's accepted him, that the ruddiness spreading across her complexion is because of him, that she'll no longer give into the temptation to flee. Softly, he can only voice one thought.]
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Hey, would you look at that. I've magically hit a growth spurt. [There is no rock here. Not at all.
All joking aside, he reaches to touch her jaw, her neck, below the patch covering her ruined eye, his fingers feather-light as his green eyes study her, now that it's easier to see her up close. He still can't believe she's accepted him, that the ruddiness spreading across her complexion is because of him, that she'll no longer give into the temptation to flee. Softly, he can only voice one thought.]
...I really am lucky.
[He's not talking about the rock any more.]