At this, Jeritza actually smiles, exhaling a tiny laugh through his nose. He turns Nina to face him, tucking hair behind her ears, and kisses her forehead.
"That is sweet of you, Nina. I appreciate your efforts."
He glances to the stove.
"I am sure we can salvage this. I do not mind char on my meat."
Nina was clearly still frustrated, but that probably wasn't a surprise, given her nature. It might have been more annoying that Jeritza was so forgiving and understanding, actually, because it made her feel like she really was being irrational and she hated that.
"I think I did more than char it..." She muttered. "But we can try. Thanks."
She felt so stupid and useless now, just standing beside him while he fixed her mess. There was also a pot of broccoli that needed to be steamed, and she thankfully hadn't had the chance to try and figure that out yet.
"Yeah, tell me about it." She muttered. "I'm not much of a cook anyway. I never... I mean I just don't make fancy meals."
"I am not either." He mostly always was cooked for, being from a relatively noble life, except when he was a vagrant and just stole bread from shops. He stares at the pot of broccoli for a moment, wondering what to do with it. He's not exactly sure how to cook broccoli. It's in a pot, though, so he puts a little water in and puts it on a burner to steam it. Then he begins to meticulously tidy the things Nina threw or spilled across the kitchen.
"You know more than me, at least." She said as she looked around. She really fucked the place up, didn't she? A pot hurled across the room, various utensils in places they did not belong, water on the floor. "You don't have to do that." She said, moving to hurriedly pick up the mess herself.
Quietly, he continues picking things up anyway. Once things are back in order, he leans against the counter to watch the stove while things cook, allowing her space to keep prepping things if she needs to. He realizes then that his boots are still on and half-untied, so he goes back to unlacing them.
"I am glad you decided to cook. I am very hungry. The patrol was uneventful and tiresome." He almost wishes something would have happened to sate the knight. And relieve his boredom.
Her mess cleaned, Nina went to work cutting off the too-burned bits of the steak, managing to salvage a little more than half of it. All they had to do after that was wait for the potatoes and broccoli.
She sighed. "Sorry it's boring out there lately." Nina reached down to take his boots once he was done uncaring and removing them. "On the other hand — glad you're home. I miss you when you're gone."
Oh.
That was embarrassing. Nina's eyes widened at her own comment and she quickly hurried to put his shoes away.
Her anger doesn't phase him, nor does her intensity. If anything, they balance each other. He can stay calm in most situations to help her through her anger, and she can make him feel things he wouldn't otherwise give himself a chance to feel.
Nina just nodded awkwardly. "That's... good, I guess. The last thing I ever want to do is scare you off because I'm ridiculous and loud and angry all the time. Although I feel less angry when I'm around you these days."
Nina closed her eyes with the kiss. Jeritza was too sweet sometimes — to the point she simply did not know how to handle it. She set her hands on his hips, leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Fair point." She replied with a soft chuckle. "Thanks, Jeritza. I think I can handle the rest of dinner, if you want to set the table for us?"
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Her cheeks were beet red and blazing hot now. She huffed out a breath and looked down at the mess on the stove. "I was trying to be romantic."
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"That is sweet of you, Nina. I appreciate your efforts."
He glances to the stove.
"I am sure we can salvage this. I do not mind char on my meat."
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"I think I did more than char it..." She muttered. "But we can try. Thanks."
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"We'll simply cut off the petrified bits. And these other parts of the meal are still fine."
He turns the burner back on for the potatoes, carefully adjusting the heat so it isn't too high.
"This stove takes some getting used to."
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"Yeah, tell me about it." She muttered. "I'm not much of a cook anyway. I never... I mean I just don't make fancy meals."
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"I am glad you decided to cook. I am very hungry. The patrol was uneventful and tiresome." He almost wishes something would have happened to sate the knight. And relieve his boredom.
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She sighed. "Sorry it's boring out there lately." Nina reached down to take his boots once he was done uncaring and removing them. "On the other hand — glad you're home. I miss you when you're gone."
Oh.
That was embarrassing. Nina's eyes widened at her own comment and she quickly hurried to put his shoes away.
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"Do you?"
But she's leaving the room by the time he says it, and he has a moment to think before she comes back.
"I suppose I miss you as well."
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"Ha... good. You know, sometimes I think I might be too much for you, given my... everything." A motion to the disaster in the kitchen.
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"Your 'everything' does not bother me."
Her anger doesn't phase him, nor does her intensity. If anything, they balance each other. He can stay calm in most situations to help her through her anger, and she can make him feel things he wouldn't otherwise give himself a chance to feel.
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Nina just nodded awkwardly. "That's... good, I guess. The last thing I ever want to do is scare you off because I'm ridiculous and loud and angry all the time. Although I feel less angry when I'm around you these days."
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"I am not easy to scare. Do not worry about that."
He reaches a hand out to gently clasp the back of her neck and draw her slightly closer, kissing the apple of her cheek.
"You accept all parts of me, including the ridiculous and angry one." That being the Death Knight, of course. "Why should I not do the same for you?"
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"Fair point." She replied with a soft chuckle. "Thanks, Jeritza. I think I can handle the rest of dinner, if you want to set the table for us?"