He re-materializes the bottle she had in her pocket and hands it to her.

She giggles and drinks.

And then she is healed, and he snuggles her some more.

"We didn't quite get all the way to 'pool of blood'," she observes. "Oh well. We'll just have to try again at some point."

He laughs.

"I look forward to it." Kiss. "I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

"Now that you mention it, food sounds like an excellent idea."

A table materializes in front of the couch. Food appears on it. Things that can be eaten with one's hands, mostly, and therefore more convenient for eating while in someone's lap.

And here she thought they were going to have to get up and go to a dining room. Silly her, she's going to have to get more used to how dramatically convenient magic is.

Cozy snuggly mealtime!

Indeed.

"Why do you always take your swans from the capital?" she asks between bites

He laughs. "Because I don't like travelling long distances. If I ride the wind it's surprisingly slow to get anywhere, and if I ride lightning, everyone for miles around knows it, whether I wanted them to or not. Besides, the capital's used to me. I like having a reputation."

"Well, you do at that."

"Yep."

"Although if you ventured farther afield it might not have taken you three thousand years to find someone interesting enough not to make a swan."

"I'm not so sure. It could have, but it could just as easily have taken longer. You're obviously pretty rare." Kiss.

Kiss. "The capital had a much higher per-capita of exceptionally boring people, but I suppose it might not have had a much lower per-capita of exceptionally interesting people; I haven't done statistics."

"Are people in the capital really that boring?"

"Blah blah blah her clothes are so last season blah blah blah Lady Zeris' son caught kissing another boy again isn't it scandalous blah blah blah."

He laughs. "Maybe you were just talking to the wrong people."

"I think most of the people in the capital could have been normal amounts of interesting if they hadn't spent too much time marinating in boring priorities."

"Could be. I sort of doubt the things I look for in a swan and the things you look for in a conversationalist are the same things, anyway."

"True. It's not your ability to find swans in the capital as opposed to anywhere else that I was questioning, though."

"Mm... I don't know. As delightful as you are," he kisses her cheek, "I'm not sure it was just a matter of finding the right person. If I'd met you when I was thirty-four instead of thirty-four hundred I don't think I'd have known what to do with you."

"That's fair. I am glad I didn't meet you when you were younger."

"So am I." Hug.