A Court of please let this be the book storyline

Surprise!!! Nesta/Cassian PoV

     It had been two days since I gained my smell back. I wasn't happy about it, not at all, and I had been trying to get rid of it. No luck.
I sighed, shifting in my seat, having been ready for hours to go and get lost, in the hopes to lose it again or however that shit worked. So, with a deep breath and the decision to quit sitting on my ass, I got up and crossed the room. I passed over the ugly rug, missing the times that I would have tripped over it, and opened the door.

   Yet, I hate to admit that I was happy to see the male right behind my door. After days of searching, scenting, he was there. So, stupidly, I let him in.

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Cassians PoV

        I was dumbfounded by her words. The whole flight here, hell the past couple of days had been about not loving her. Forgetting my feelings for her. Yet the second she uttered those words, those damning words, I knew it was bullshit. Sure, I was pissed, fucking pissed beyond imagination, yet she found the strength. This woman, she who had been so broken, wanted to go to the camps.
      "Why would I take you to the camps, after you threw me out and treated me like shit?"  You stupid fucking prick. I sat down on the couch facing her, noticing all the small little things around the house. She stood and stared at me in silence, so I turned, admiring the art work. Two minutes turned to five and I realized that not a single bit of it looked like Feyres. It was clear she had an attachment to her, just not clear enough to herself. Didn't help that the pillows and rugs had the prettiest flowers stitched on. I finally looked up at her saw her eyes, and sniffed. She was back. You fucked up again, Cassian.
    "Nesta, of course the offer is still on the table. We can leave for the camps right now if you wish, I shouldn't have been such a prick about it." I say, wincing as she stared at me, silent and thoughtful. She nodded once and headed upstairs, to gods know where.
   She took her time, so I took my time getting up and looking around. All of the paintingd, they seemed to be made of human hands. Not as much color in them as there is in the fae lands. Without putting much thought to it, I stalked towards the kitchen, in deep thought.
     The stench of alcohol isn't as bad as last time, thank the cauldron for that. Maybe those paintings were Feyre's before she came to the fae lands? Who knows. It doesn't really matter anyways, and it's not your place to ask. Although, it is a bit curious as to why her smell is back. Not a complaint, since it is truly divine and no longer tainted by some other males smell. Or the smell of alcohol. Maybe it's a sign that she truly wants to get better? But for whom? Or why? What has happened in my absence, has someone been hurt? Has SHE been hurt? Although if she was, chances are it would be notic-   I was thrown out of my thoughts as Nesta tapped on my shoulder, not a hint of a smile on her face. I looked around and noticed that we were standing in her kitchen.
   "Well?" She asked, "Will we be going now or not?" I blinked at her, dumbfounded quite easily by her it seems. "If you so desire." I reply with a shrug, stalking out the front door without a single look back. As I cross the front door and into the yard, I heave a sigh of relief when i hear her follow. I turn towards her, my arms open for her to get in. She crosses to me and i gently pick her up, my eyes on her face the whole time.
"We have to make a stop to the House of Wind so that they can send our supplies over."
    She nods and without a single word, I kick off. As we rise higher and higher, she burries her face into my shirt and I chuckle, remembering that she can't stand the flying unless we are at an even level. When we stop rising, she looks out and smiles faintly, probably admiring the view. I block her out and focas on flying to the mountain, keeping my breath level.
"Why do you do this?"
I blink at her question and dart my eyes to her. "Well why not?"
"Because it's your life and you could do something that doesn't require you putting it on the line everyday."
I blink again.
"Believe it or not, I take joy in protecting the ones I care about. I don't mind dying for my family, my friends, if it means that they get to spread the message we all live for." I say, my mouth clenched as i ignore the anger at the words.
  She scoffs and turns out. "Yes, yes, the all live and protect bullshit. But in all honesty, it doesn't matter how long till, but we are all going to die. Each and every one of us. Why not spend your life doing the things that benefit you?"
"Nesta, I don't expect you to understand, but doing these things make me happy. Being happy is a benefit to my health." I say, slowing as we approach the House.

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   Two hours later, we were off, flying again, but this time in silence. We flew silently for the rest of the day, trying to beat the winds and get there before nightfall. Yet despite our efforts, despite her silence and my aching wings, we didn't get there till two hours after dark. It had been such a long flight that I only had enough strength to show her to her rooms within our tiny living space. After having made sure she was situated, I trudged to my own room and fell face first, dead asleep.

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Nesta PoV

I lay in bed, hours after having arrived, thinking and making sure he was alive and breathing. I don't know quite why, but I needed to. My eyes didn't finally rest till dawn broke, and he was well awake by then.