A burst of warmth surfaced in him at that. He was not certain he had ever been especially handsome or dashing, but Ailsa’s kind words and good looks had proved unabating, and if anything the affection he felt for her had grown in all these years. And, in the interests of accuracy, Ewart might protest that she had stolen his heart first.
Still... “Oh, no, better that we – take our time, I think,” Ewart protested loosely, never about to admit that he was utterly, chronically terrified of having to apparate alongside his wife, – and not steady enough himself at present to trust he could manage it for them both, either.
“Perhaps I could transfigure something else –” he began (...because the teacup had gone so well), scanning the woods with a sharp eye and spotting little else than a few tree roots in the dense darkness. Hm. “Or I suppose we could just meander.” Walking was safest for them both, probably. Ailsa had found her way this far in to the woods, after all, so Ewart had every faith that she could find her way out. Preferably before the vampires were intoxicated by the smell of his head-wound?
Still... “Oh, no, better that we – take our time, I think,” Ewart protested loosely, never about to admit that he was utterly, chronically terrified of having to apparate alongside his wife, – and not steady enough himself at present to trust he could manage it for them both, either.
“Perhaps I could transfigure something else –” he began (...because the teacup had gone so well), scanning the woods with a sharp eye and spotting little else than a few tree roots in the dense darkness. Hm. “Or I suppose we could just meander.” Walking was safest for them both, probably. Ailsa had found her way this far in to the woods, after all, so Ewart had every faith that she could find her way out. Preferably before the vampires were intoxicated by the smell of his head-wound?
