[mmmmmm, much better, even if it's only a temporary boost for him. he must be tired, if he didn't see that coming.~ leans into his hands, contentedly lost there for a moment; fingers trace down his jaw on pulling back.]

Hello, Miles. [a fond, low tone. the simple pleasure of getting to be with him like this still lurks in the brown eyes as Bel pulls up the indicated chair, leaning forearms on the table as well.] And here I thought you were trying to make me regret not getting you a paperweight. What've you been doing with yourself? You look as grey as the carpet.

[which is a very nice one, by the way, in Bel's opinion; soft and springy, from what can be told with boots on. makes one wonder what it'd be like with boots off.~]