Loreen's POV
Loreen felt it before he saw it.
A hand slipping through the crook of his arm, fingers curling around his sleeve, a familiar warmth pressing close to his side.
He looked down and then looked sideways and found Sairis standing next to him at the doors of the high temple with his arm hooked through Loreen's and his eyes fixed straight ahead.
Loreen blinked.
This was not normal. Sairis did not do this. Not in public, not at the doors of the high temple, not where half the palace could see them.
Usually Loreen was the one reaching out and Sairis was the one tolerating it with varying degrees of patience. For Sairis to initiate contact in a public space without being prompted was the kind of thing Loreen noticed immediately.
He leaned his head slightly toward him. "Are you alright?" Loreen asked.
Sairis kept his eyes on the doors. "I am fine." He mumbled.
Loreen tried to hide a small grin. "You are holding my arm." He muttered.
