She giggled and hugged him harder. She glowed a bright silver momentarily. When the light vanished, she was wearing a shirt and skirt. "Okay!"

"Honestly, you don't need the skirt," he said. "It's up to you though." He smiled sweetly.

"I like skirts," she said simply, nose still pressed to his neck. "They're swishy."

"Ok." He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

He crawled in next to her and pulled the blanket over them. He was worn out from all the running he had to do.

She curled up next to him and soon fell asleep. She was still a little tired from her magical drain.

Michael fell asleep shortly after Dea. It was nice to curl up next to someone so fragile, yet so strong. He really was in love.