This has been the strangest hour of her life in this place, and considering that she's fought flaming wolves and flying monsters, that's really saying something.

Her gamble is paying off, though. The way his tongue is moving against hers, he's not trying to speak any more. It's also quite a nice kiss. He's strong, which she knows, but feeling it like this is very arresting. His hand on the back of her head, hers on his neck, it's easy to pull herself up against him, and it makes relaxing into him a bit easier on herself.

The urge to share, to be honest, it doesn't come as words. It comes as a contented hum low in the back of her throat as she slides her arm more fully around his neck now that she's closer to eye level with him. At least this is a truth she already knows. His reaction to their fight was fairly straight forward. This doesn't feel like stealing an insight into his mind unfairly.