Joanna

“Tonight, I get to sleep in luxury at least. Come here, my pretty," I tell a pillow, and tuck it under my face. Oh man, this is heaven. "I'm going to be sad to leave you all behind tomorrow. Shhh, don't cry." I stroke a pillow. "I will remember you in my dreams."

  Aron snorts.

  "Oh, what's that?" I tell the pillow, still pretending to have a conversation. "Aron's a dick? I know, right? I'm not sure why he's so against you either, considering this is his tent. Well, not his tent, but Bad Aron's tent. It's okay, though." I pet the pillow one more time and fight a yawn. "If you love something, set it free and all that. You'll be free in the morning, pillow. Just right after I'm done with you.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“Next time,” he said tightly. “I want you to simply tell me from the outset whatever is troubling you. I don’t like misjudging you.”
Fen thought about this a moment, weighing up his words. “Even if it’s beneath your notice?” she asked in a small voice.
“If it’s regarding you, then it isn’t beneath my notice,” he answered shortly.”
― Alice Coldbreath, His Forsaken Bride

“This is... you're certain, Faith?" When I nod, his face splits into a boyish grin. "A child."
"Or a roasted chicken. You guess which one.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“I appreciate it. It’s the right thing to do.”

  “You make it sound as if I’m doing it for you,” Aron says, amused. He studies my face for a moment longer and then releases me.

  “Well, aren’t you?” I retort back. “Doing this for me? Unless you were planning on doing it before I said anything out of the goodness of your own heart?”

  “No,” he admits with a chuckle. “It did not occur to me.”

  “That’s why I’m here,” I tell him sassily, turning back toward the cottage.

  “So you can be my heart?” he asks as I start to walk away.

  My own heart skips a beat. I smile as I hold my sleeve to my nose and head for the cottage.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God