If Arya had to describe her relationship with Eragon in one word it would be: Unique.
Yes, unique. Considering that she didn't even love him at first, and the fact that there
was over a hundred year difference between them. The green eyed elf had to admit though
as she smiled down at his angelic sleeping face that she loved him. Arya loved everything
about him. How when the wind would blow it would catch his hair or when he was nervous
he would run his hands through it. But what Arya loved the most about Eragon were his eyes.
The dragon riders brown eyes showed Arya every emotion he was feeling the pain, the longing,
the happiness, but what Arya saw the most was love. Yes, Eragon had admitted to her many
times that he loved her but she hadn't been able to say it back yet. Arya had thought
it over all night and when Eragon woke up she was going to tell him. When would that be?
Arya asked herself laughing. He slept like a rock. Finally the sun started to rise and
Eragon started to stir. "Morning" he said sleepily with a smile. "I think you mean afternoon"
Arya said grinning. "Oh, whoops." "Eragon... I need to tell you something" Arya said nervously.
"What is it?" Eragon asked sitting up hesitantly. Arya's heart warmed instantly. He thought that
she was going to break up with him... again. "Eragon" she said softly "I'm not breaking up with
You." "What is it then?" "I, I lllove you." "What?" he asked shocked. "I love you, you idiot!"