[His eyes drift shut as she kisses him and he leans his forehead against hers before she speaks again. Then he pauses, eyes widening a little as he pulls back enough to look at her.]
I'm your anchor?
[He knows, of course, what it means in terms of werewolves. He isn't sure what it means in terms of banshees. He hadn't even realized they'd need one. And he sure hadn't thought he'd ever be another person's anchor.]
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I'm your anchor?
[He knows, of course, what it means in terms of werewolves. He isn't sure what it means in terms of banshees. He hadn't even realized they'd need one. And he sure hadn't thought he'd ever be another person's anchor.]