"You can stay here, right?" Cassian asked as he took Elian to stand under a tree at the archery.
"Of course, Cass. You know I'm not some damsel, I can take some sun." Elian smiled.
"Mm. You'll always be my damsel, Elian." He leaned down and kissed Elian's forehead.
"I doubt my cousin would appreciate this action, Cassian." Rowan spoke up behind them, voice low.
Elian gulped, feeling guilty. "It was nothing, Rowan. Just a forehead kiss."
"Then you would not mind me telling him about this innocent forehead kiss?" Rowan questioned.
Cassian slowly turned. "It's just like he says, Lord Rowan. It is simply a forehead kiss–"
"Keep your lips to yourself, Captain. I, my cousin and Elian, do not appreciate your impulsive kisses. Understood?" Rowan narrowed his eyes at Cassian.
Cassian clenched his jaw, slowly nodding. "Of course." He replied.
"Good. Now, pick your stand and I'll come destroy your ego with one strike." Rowan stated proudly.
