To be fair, she did look tired. It had been a rough couple of weeks for her, but she wasn't ready to sleep yet. "I'm good," she promised him. "So much better now I'm home." Without conscious thought, she curled her arms around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck to breathe him in. "I love being home. I love you."
He smiled, happy to just hold her for as long as she wanted. "I love you, too, and I missed you," he told her again. He would never make her promise not to go away again, if she was needed, but he hoped it wouldn't happen again anytime soon, if ever. "Come on," he told her, taking her by the hand to lead her further into the house. "Let's get comfortable."
"Mmm, that sounds wonderful." She shuffled along behind him, happy to be lead. Her parents would likely be a little surprised by how acquiesant their eldest was in the company of her husband, but then, she didn't have to be the one in charge in her own home. Luc would take care of her.
He didn't take her to the bedroom, but to the living room, pulling her down beside him onto the couch. It was cozy enough there, and what he really wanted was just to be close for now. The rest would come later.
And she was right there with him, curling up as close as she could get to him, needing that reminder that, despite all the heat and hardship, she really was home and safe and with him. It was a weak feeling she would never admit to Johnny, but with Lucas, she wasn't ashamed of the fear she had been feeling for days.
He wasn't telepathic or even empathic, but Lucas knew Fliss almost better than anyone, and he had a feeling the last two weeks had been harder for her than she'd let on. "Are you okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close in his embrace.
"I will be," she said softly. "I know we saved a lot of lives, but ... so many of them lost almost everything because of those fires, you know? They have to rebuild with nothing to start from. And that's just the people. Am I an idiot for crying over wild animals and the trees themselves?"
"No, of course not," he said, frowning in concern, not only for her but for everyone who was affected by the fires, including that of nature. "But, you know, fires are a part of nature, too. They just got out of control," he reasoned, though that might not give her much comfort.
"I know," she sighed. "I guess I take everything a little too much to heart, huh? Not the best quality in a psychologist, really." She snorted with laughter, trying to make light of the open heart she'd learned from her parents.
"You take everything to heart because you care, Fliss. That's not a bad thing," he told her. "You want to help kids like yourself and Maria and Alex. That's not a bad thing either. And you know what?" he asked, tipping her chin to face him, a reassuring smile on his face. "You're gonna be awesome at it.
She smiled faintly, letting him see how tired she was after two weeks of hard graft with minimal sleep. "You're way too good for my ego, you know," she said fondly. "How have you been? You didn't tell me much about what was going on here when we talked on the phone."
Lucas shrugged. "I'm fine. Just missed you and wish I could have helped," he admitted. He'd felt more than a little useless while she'd been away, but he would have only been in the way.
"Baby, what you do here is completely incomparable," she reminded him gently. "Trust me, I've been in a situation where I had to be rescued from danger. I know how amazing it is to be pulled out of harm's way by someone who chose to be there. You're a hero, even if you don't realize it."
"I'm not a hero, Fliss. I'm just doing my job," he insisted, but none of that really mattered now that she was home. "I'm just glad you're home," he told her, pulling her tighter, as if he never wanted to let her go.
"It feels good to be home," she agreed, cuddling in tight herself. "I missed you so much. I mean, I love Dad, but his idea of evening conversation before bed suffers without Mom and the kids there to keep him on one topic for more than ten minutes."