Now would have been a good time for Chris to reveal several things. One. He was a whitelighter. Her whitelighter. And two, his brother declared himself king of the world. Was he going to say either of those things? Absolutely not. With any luck, it wouldn't bite him in the butt.

"I don't know a great many people who would call me normal, but it's a high compliment." He supposed he was normal though, at least in comparison to royalty or whatever she was.

"Sansa," Chris paused, trying to come up with the words he was thinking, to form them in his mouth, but he was struggling. "You deserve everything." That wasn't what he had been wanting to say, but that time would come. They needed to get used to eachother again, to circumvent that nervous, flitting circling they were doing. To settle again.