( Noctis laughs, and it's hard to resist joining in. Kaladin gets close, shoulders tensing as though he might, but allows himself to feel content instead.

Happiness over fear... They could be Noctis' Immortal Words—a Radiant Ideal. Choosing the path that makes you happy instead of sacrificing that for others. )

I know I'm a few arrows short of a full quiver. Thanks.

( They tiptoe the line between serious and not; Kaladin's appreciation for this mood is one he feels deeply protective of. Movement over Noctis' head suggests Kaladin's drawn back, and he has so that he can look down at his companion to memorize how they're arranged. )

So are you. Dating a Radiant isn't the easiest job... though I suppose dating a Prince is more impressive. Know that I'll never begrudge you the difference in salary, ( he jokes, gently tracing Noctis' spine north.

Fingers travel past shoulder blades and up the back of an elegant neck. This is where he cradles next, feeling downy hair between his knuckles. )

... I'm in awe of you, Noctis. Your strength. Your resolve. I need you to know that.