He could watch it on her face in the same way clouds could speed in front of the sun and threaten to linger before speeding away again and leaving the light behind. D'Artagnan liked to think he helped provide some of that wind that blew away at the darkness. Smiling, he bent and kissed her just because he could. Because they were allowed here.

"I should hope you prefer me that way," he said smiling and leading her up the stairway to the roller coaster, separating their hands only so that they could be strapped in. "Though you may change your mind after I've put you through this."

But he thought he knew very well that she'd be happy on this ride. Anything thrilling and alive would send her into a good mood.