Worth the Ruin

Astrid

Cassian lowers his hand as far as can still be considered decent onto the small of my back and holds me closer as a second song begins. Tipsy troops are singing along, and couples dancing surround the tall bonfire in the courtyard.

This song is faster, not the slow one they were playing before for the lovers, but Cassian doesn’t seem to care. He keeps swaying us around at an unhurried pace