She sat down near him, but not too closely. It was silly to react so strongly to the bare skin he’d exposed. She’d lived among faeries for longer than he’d lived, but she was still shy. She’d never surrendered the mortal sensibility she’d had forever ago—or maybe it was simply that she liked him. He’d certainly stripped off his shirt where she could see him before, but every other time, she’d been invisible to him. It was harder to hide her appreciative glances when he could actually see her. If he did notice, though, he didn’t remark on it.

“When cliffs start tumbling on you, you might want to move away from the falling sand and rocks,” he said in a light tone.

He leaned over and brushed sand off of her shoulder and biceps. It wasn’t in any way affectionate, but she tensed. She swallowed, watching his hand intently as it touched her skin. She wasn’t sure she could recall the last time anyone had touched her so casually. Keenan’s touches were never casual, nor were Sionnach’s very rare moments of contact. There was always intent, meaning, so much that was hidden under what was meant to be casual but never truly was. Jayce, however, was only being kind.

When he withdrew his hand, she was trembling as if she were the human girl she appeared to be. Her voice came out very softly and tentatively when she said, “I . . . I wasn’t in danger. It was just a few rocks.”

He paused, almost imperceptibly, but she’d studied him often enough that she noticed. After a breath, he said, “Feeling invincible? A good scare will do that, won’t it?”

Rika made an agreeing noise.

Jayce pulled a wipe out of the rucksack and wiped the blood and sand from his arm. “But rocks falling like that can mean a bigger one is coming down too.”

She ignored the topic at hand. She wanted to talk to him, but the faery inability to lie was making her feel tongue-tied. The age-old tradition among faeries was to use omission and misdirection when avoiding truths, as Keenan had done, but she’d spoken so often to Jayce when he was unaware of her presence that she’d rather skip any topic altogether than misdirect.

“Do you need help?” she blurted.

“I’m good.” He bound his arm, wrapping the bandage around it tightly. “I was up there for a while. You’d think I’d have seen you down here, but it was like you just appeared out of empty air. . . .” His words trailed off as he stared at her as if he was looking at her as her, not a girl he fell on. He smiled at her again like she’d dreamed he one day would.