Ara squeezed Flamara tighter and grinned affectionately:
"I wouldn't care less if you were a bog-stenching brownie. It's who you are, not what you look like that makes you special. It's your choice as to whether you change or not. I'm perfectly happy with whichever you choose."
Flamara giggled, and Ara couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself. Even a slap from Eel Bait couldn't have spoilt this moment for him. Speaking of said Amphibian, he wasn't sure if he would miss him or not. True they'd shot so many insults at each other and had almost come to blows once or twice. Ara's bruised face twinged at the thought, and he grimaced. Yes, that hadn't been very pleasant, but there had been a mutual trust between them. Almost a brotherly sort of rivalry rather than hatred.
So yes, he might miss him. Sort of.
But that wasn't what mattered now. Now all that mattered was being back with the woman he loved more than anything in the world.
And whom he had no intention of leaving this house again without.