Raven leans over to rest his cheek against her hair, the rest of him remaining unmoving save for the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

"Moiraine."

His voice is warm even as his smile is crooked.

"Sometimes, I am thinking, that is how love works."

He tugs her a little more tightly against him, arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders.

"Also family, yes?When we are needed, we come. Dire circumstances are not so much a necessity."