He listens to her speak, mostly because he loves the sound of her voice, almost as much as he loves her. Of course, she probably already knew that. Living with a natural observant and curious woman was often an exercise in watching himself.
She knew what he liked to eat, his favorite beer and his dominant hand. She'd also figured out that he liked pistachios and jalapeno potato chips before he'd told her. Coming home one day to find those among the goodies on the shopping list earned her several kisses.
Most of all, she'd saved his life and taken him in when he had nowhere else to go.
"Jane, I told you once and I'll tell you again; you're a natural fighter. I've met some good ones before, but you...you've learned everything I taught you faster than I did. You've knocked me on my ass a few times. You've also handled yourself well against man-eating tiger gods." Robert says, stroking her hair.
"I met someone today who told me that they...might know the answers you're looking for." Robert says, choosing honesty once again.
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