Blaith tossed his head back, and gave a full bellied laugh that it nearly hurt. Then he proceeded to scoop up his bride and carried her back to his private quarters where a bath was drawn and soaps brought in. And though it wasn't much, it was at least a small taste of the life the pair had left behind for this war. And though they had no time to spare, he took his time, though was efficient in helping her bathe.
He paused in mid stroke, the wash clothe leaving a trail of glistening waters across her flesh.
So many thoughts plagued him. But the only one itching on his tongue that he felt needed said in their shared, quiet moment was a soft kiss to her shoulder as he brushed her hair aside and confessed, "I love you, Lily."