Gwendolyn hefted a sigh when she felt his hand cup her cheek and only moved to press her face into his palm. She wondered if he perhaps saw her like he would have a daughter or a little sister. After all, he had been minding her since she was a child. But, with plenty of older brothers and a doting father in her life, she had never seen Cameron as another father figure. He had always been her valiant hero; her prince in the stories that always came to find the princess. Even at that moment, he was still that for her.<br/><br/>Her body began to relax whilst wrapped in his arms. “How are you to ward my dreams, short of projecting yourself straight into them?”