Malia gladly curled up next to Carson, her body tucking against his larger frame, her hand gently tracing his chest. She smiled slightly as his hands trailed her shoulders, the sensation sending tingles up her spinr. The two of them had hit some rough patches, they weren’t perfect, but moments like these are what she cherished. Just her, him, together. However, her smile faded as he began to speak of that woman, the one who had harmed their friend. When he told her that she was the one who had killed Oliver, she sat up a little, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a rush of anger through her, not at Carson of course, but at the Hunter. She had thought over and over about how she would find her brother’s killer, and she was there the entire time? She needed to kill her.<br/><br/>However, that thought was quickly ripped from her as he continued, her expression softening. Carson...had a sister? Shit, she didn’t not expect that. She could plainly see how upset he was, more so at the thought of one or both of his parents being alive, and in the Vanguard. Her hand came up to his cheek, her thumb running under his eye. She wasn’t even sure what to say, she had no idea how to react. “Wow...” she glanced up to him, tracing his cheek. “That’s...holy shit. I...” she rested her forehead against his, taking a quiet breath. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I don’t know that it fits. I’m just...are you alright?” She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead gently. She didn’t know much, but she knew he needed comfort.<br/><br/>She wrapped her arms back around him, holding him close to her body as her hands ran across his back. “That’s insane. Let’s try not to stress tonight, though, okay? Let’s rest, and tomorrow, we can figure all this out.” She gave him a gentle kiss, closing her eyes before resting her chin atop his head. She couldn’t shake the anger in her veins, not completely. That woman killed her brother, and she was going to get her revenge. But for now, having Carson back in her arms was good enough, it was perfect enough. She fell asleep with him, his warmth and presence surrounding her entire being. She couldn’t be more comfortable than she was at this moment, and she slept just as peacefully.<br/><br/>When she woke In the morning, she turned to see Carson still asleep. She didn’t want to wake him, he just seemed so...peaceful. But, she knew that they had already slept late, and even if they spent the day in bed together, she decided to wake him up. Though, she wanted him to enjoy it. She carefully moved on top of him, not bearing any of her weight on the man. She pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses all down his chest, down his torso, and planted a few on his hips. She lay between his legs, under the sheets. Her hands running on top of his thighs. When he opened his eyes, however, she smiled to him, pressing another kiss to just below his belly button. “Good morning, love.” Her voice was soft and silky. He had a difficult past few days, she wanted to give him some delight.