““May I rest with you, lass?" "Are you feverish again?" She sat up at once as if she had neglected to ascertain his health first before she tried to rest. "Nay, lass. I am well, but you appear to be shivering." She glanced at Gunnolf, who quickly hid his grin and closed his eyes. "Aye, you may," she said, and Niall tried not to show how eager he was to hold her close again. Before she snuggled against his chest, she felt his forehead, just in case, and he took her hand and kissed it. "No fever, aye?" "You are fine, thank the Lord." And then she cuddled against his chest, and he believed, despite their circumstances, he had found a bit of heaven.””
