"And I am well overdue for sharing some of my own." True he is down an eye and unsteady in his own skin but this? This feels more like who he is supposed to be. Zevran feels a little more himself and for that? He curls his fingers around Fate's wrist and tugs his hand up, pressing a kiss to the back. "Thank you."

For the tales.

For coming.

For the distraction.