"Jerk. I'll cry all I want," she murmured into his collar.

Dagger shifted in his arms, mentally cursing her cumbersome dress; her corset was digging into her hips, her petticoats were making it impossible to truly get close to him, and her shoes... well, one of them had fallen off already. Disappointed, and frustrated, she drew back, trying to flatten her skirts, and wiping at her eyes. She looked as though she were sitting in a giant cupcake, but at least the edge of her skirt was on the ground now. The tears had stopped, as if in defiance of her previous statement. And then, she smiled at him.

"I've missed you. A lot," she whispered.