She GASPS — smelling the meat before she sees it, though her eyes glitter all the same. Surely they don’t shine as much as her scales anyhow, lighting up in pulses of blue that flutter down her spine, rolling over her entire body as a wave.
“My beloved, my dearest, you didn’t have to bring me anything—!!!!” Her humility speaks different, when it’s punctuated by more kisses across Aaravi’s cheeks, across her nose and her brow and her chin, peppering her so thoroughly as though to refresh all the kisses she was missing in that time.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you more than the moon loves the tide, the sun loves the surface, I love you deeper than the darkness and greater than all its weight, I love you as my blood loves my veins, I love you as my life loves my heartbeat, I love you with my breath and my pulse and my song in my chest — will you help me set the table with me, my ul’kiha? To welcome you back?”
“Oh, please- bringing back loot is half the fun of adventuring.”
The other half is the indiscriminate carnage. Hell yeah she’s gonna help set the table- family time is important after all.
And damn, if those words don’t feel nice to hear- even Aaravi’s normally brusque demeanor is cast aside as her brain can only think “I love my wife” after all that. She’s not nearly so good with words, but actions?
She leans over, capturing Miri’s mouth with her own in a kiss- it’s not the deep, longing kiss of being away for so long, nor the sensual kiss of desire- but it’s domestic, full of heart, and soft enough in passing as she went to go get some plates.
Actions, she could absolutely do.