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Being a good person, Rochelle didn't comment on the sniffing or how C'tis moved his arm in a way that felt suspiciously like rubbing his face. Her head tipped back a bit, body following just enough for her to lift her arm in the general direction of his head to pet at a neck or hair or anything she could reach. "Idiot. I feel lucky all the time. Even when I'm so mad I'd rather hit you then hug you and neither of us storm out, or wake up from a nightmare and too scared to know my own name, you're there."

Her smile was quick, small, and real. "And then the next day you kissed me. I have a day of 'Rochelle, get over here now', and the day after remembering you trying to tell me you liked me more than a little. Get to come home ever night and call you ugly, you to make a like insult, and feel happy all over again. I said it then, saying it now: I'm so glad it was you. Jerk."

Rochelle did her damnedest to return the kiss from the angle, grinning up at her fast-blinking partner when it ended. Not the best insult, jerk, but it worked well enough for their purposes. Rochelle pulled her hair out of the way again, going tsk tsk even as she nodded, moving so he could tie the bow properly.

"Been together more than a decade and still can't tie a bow the first time. You'd think I was being distracting or something," She bowed her head a little, clearing her own throat. Delight at an emotional response from C'tis aside, she -- well, no, there was no aside. It made her emotional as well. Feelings worked that way. "And I didn't find out about just how much of a massive jerk you were until well over a turn and a half later. That should have it's own sharding anniversary, just so you know."

"I don't know, you did get stabbed for me at least once," She grinned up at him, head tilted when he kissed at her ear to give him more room. It was easy to lean back into the squeeze now, easier than it had been turns ago when she panicked too much, too often. To Rochelle's credit, she'd only bolted a handful of times, rarely for more than a day, and Kibeth had sent notice to Malcarreth, even if she tried to hide it from Rochelle. "Yeah, to Ista. I am very much not feeling Benden at the moment now."

Corset properly done up, Rochelle turned in his arms and leaned up on her toes for a light kiss. "Worth it. I still remember what day it was, or at least what it came after. We should celebrate this turn." She paused. "Also you should totally ride on Kibs with me. Hold me close, not have to put the harness back on Mal after less than a sevenday after flying for a day and a half." She wriggled her brows. "That holding close thing bears repeating."

"Yeah," Rochelle's hand slipped under his fancy new jacket, pressed gently at the scar on C'tis' side. "You did."

He got one last kiss at the cheek before Rochelle decided to put the mushy behind her. Ish. Kidnapping his hand properly, Rochelle grabbed her flying gear on the way out, tugging him along.

Kibeth waited for them, impatient, eager to move in the air again. Her long, skinny frame all but writhed in contained energy even as she didn't hit a certain blue dragon in the face with her tail as sometimes may happen. <time. I thought you would take forever.>>

"Not all of us are whiny babies like you. Just C'tis." Rochelle stuck her tongue out at Kibeth, wasting no time in prepping her for the short hop between. "Your jacket warm enough for the ride over, lover boy?"