[ A delighted, fond laugh is breathed into his chest before it's given room to breath as he lifts her face to cup it in his hands. ]

When did my prince turn into a knight?

[ Better to fall back into teasing than focus on the topic that had brought her here in the first place, she thinks though it's nearly impossible to ignore the way that he looks at her with worry in his eyes. Her smile fades some as her hands come to gently cup his face, a mirror to him. ]

I'm much better now that I'm here. Thanks for letting me come and crash your evening plans.