[ indeed, he seems firmly in the present, focusing on her. even better, kaz doesn't seem to be ignoring what was bothering him in lieu of something else. no, he seems well and truly relaxed, which is a rarity. like something has finally fallen into place, letting whatever was lurking in the dark finally be laid to rest.

his demons will come back, she is sure. they've only just gotten here. there was a lot of healing to do. but for the moment, he is exactly who she has always known him to be, and that is more than enough. ]

You were not using it. [ in a matter-of-fact tone, though judging from the slight upward curve of her lips, kaz is, indeed, correct. she knows he likes it, when she wears his clothes. assisting in ensuring his first night here is comfortable and pleasant, anyway. ] So I requisitioned it for my own purposes.

[ read: she stole it. though she does glance toward the bed, curious at what exactly he prepared. the fire is nice and warm, and kaz is always warm. there was only one way to find out, but that would require moving. which, at the moment, was non-negotiable. ]

Are you ready for bed? [ it's a genuine question, letting him take her hands in his own, fingers loose as he strokes her knuckles. ] Or do you want to stay up a bit more?