“Agreed,” Gwendolyn mused, sighing in relief as she felt a pair of familiar arms slide around her. She always felt grounded by his presence— safe. “Though, I did burn the tip of my finger...” she turned whilst in his arm and showed him the tip of her index finger— slightly pink and irritated. She offered an exaggerated frown.<br/><br/>“What in the world shall I do to soothe it?”