Settling down and in, but she hopes he'll never admit how much he's settling for her. She'll always do her best to rise to his challenge. If she can be a protective influence, too, all the better. Neither of them enjoy the nights where he's battered and bloody and she's lecturing him at the staccato pace left in between breathing and magic.

Two birds with no cage, free to go where they will. Never flying too far from the other. She loves him like crazy, but nobody would mind that outfit getting ruined. Even he can't entirely pull it off. It just means she's looking forward to getting him out of it later all the more. Hand in hand, her fingers curl around his palm, her thumb caressing the flesh below his. A hand on his shoulder, curled as intimately as the one on her waist. "Yes. You are shockingly rude to me, Matthew Murdock," and he should be able to pick up from her tone about now that she's teasing, "and I shouldn't let you get away with being so demanding."