He lays his cheek on her hair, musing softly.

"People can still be heroes even if their stories are not told, or are forgotten somewhere along the line. Even feats one might consider small and inconsequential might seem grand and heroic to someone watching, and therefore that person will always be a hero, at least in someone's mind. Many times, the most heroic people are the ones who do not see themselves as heros, just people who saw what needed to be done and did it."

He knows so many; a gangly young man wit an unruly mop of dark hair primary among them.

He closes his eyes as well, enjoying the feel of her warm weight against him.