She did the same for him, sliding her fingers under his shirt to slip it from his shoulders. His skin prickled into gooseflesh beneath her touch. He had done a valiant job at restoring his muscle mass to its former glory. Three weeks of solid meals and exercise had him almost back to the size he was when she saw him last on the astronomy tower. The scars on his chest and stomach stood out to her in the night, sparkling from the fairies as they coasted above.