Then Again, Broken Penguins Never Fly

He looked at her, frowning. He was glad half the time she wasn't good at hiding her feelings and the other half hurting for her. Something about her tone was off. He rolled so his upper body was on hers, his elbows balanced on either side of her head. He brushed her nose with his. "And when I say that everyone is beautiful, I mean everyone." He gave her light kisses, starting from her jaw line and lingering on her lips. "You more than anyone. Is a dove any less beautiful if it has a broken wing? It just needs some love and care and soon it will be flying again, just as lovely as ever." He stood, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. "You really are too light, flower." He shook his head sadly, starting back to the house.