That made me feel better. After a moment, during which we sort of drifted together, I said, “You risked your life when you screamed up there. Mace meant to kill you — and came very close to doing it.”
I listened to her breathing. Her face wasn’t impish now. It was soft, lovely, and serenely serious. “I wouldn’t have done it for just anybody,” she said.
It was what I’d been waiting to hear.