"Your eyes are pretty," Velanna said.
Theron smiled, cracking open an eye to observe her. He sat on the railing, one knee pulled to his chest, an arm wrapped loosely around it, while his other dangled, his toes brushing the stone floor of the balcony.
"So you've told me before," he answered, amused and charmed. "And I'm glad to have your approval." Dumbly glad.
She smiled at him, the expression easier and more familiar to her now than it had been when they met years ago. He held out a hand to her, and she intertwined their fingers.