Simon watched in quiet amusement as Anon fussed over him. He didn’t dare laugh, for fear of upsetting her. “There, all done!” she proclaimed. “That so? And what, pray tell, was so urgent ‘bout gettin’ me all dolled up?” His words were gruff, but his smirk betrayed his amusement. He reached out, calloused fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You know I love ya, yeah?”