@RefinedMalfoy__ — his velvet voice sounding as though he had taken breath for the first time in ages… as though she was his oxygen and he’d been unable to breathe without her near.
@RefinedMalfoy__ — his arms which, despite his appearance, were still strong enough to hold her and placed a kiss to the top of her head, too afraid to kiss her more fervently than that in present company… too afraid that it would be too much, too soon for her. “My darling… “ he breathed, —
And through her presence, she has healed a part of his soul that he was certain would never recover.
Grateful doesn’t begin to cover it… and lucky is the understatement of the century.