"Of course," Her expression was a mix of fondness and worry. It wasn't like him to suggest such a risky meeting, usually it was her asking him to indulge her. It made her both a little anxious and relieved all at the same time. They so very rarely got to be truly alone. Even the last time they'd tried appropriately chat, his sister had caught them and now they were forced to extremes like this.

Daff stepped closer, turning wide blue eyes on him in a careful appraisal. Gently she reached out to cup his cheek, brushing her thumb along the curve gently. "I'm worried about you, what's wrong?" He and his brother never fought. Daffy couldn't remember a single instance in the entire time she'd known him, in which he'd disagreed so harshly with Fortitude that it could be classified as a fight.