With a delighted laugh, Hild settled into the comfortable nook of Derek's arms, keeping her own around his neck. He was so warm, and smelled good. He smelled like Derek.

Dimly, she thought she should fight him, make him let her walk, but she was too comfortable and arguing seemed like such an unnecessary effort.

"Mm, yes," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Happy to see Derek. Why are you not in party, Derek? It is fun party. You are so warm." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling with her nose.