(There were a few that despite the dim light could be seen, there were more than one near misses and close calls. But he had always managed to make it out, where as others made it to the wall. Some were from her, most of them weren't. One from careless experiments, one from a incident learning to fly. But compared to most, he'd gotten off easy.

When she stepped back over, he placed a hand on her side just above the waist. He noticed her eyes, the intensity that seemed to grow in them. It made her a little easier to read, though he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.)

That's all I ever wanted to do.