There was his Fortuna. His. The thought of that alone made him smile. Despite it all Rufus felt rather lucky to be able to call her that. To be able to have her in his life. Even when his best pal set her to her cups for the first. They all had their moments.

“Of course.” He stood up, holding out both hands to help her to her feet. It was so hard to be annoyed at her when, one, it clearly wasn’t her fault, and two, she looked so happy.