She drew a breath at his touch, but her smile didn't waver. "I should hope for both. To be only one or the other would be terribly predictable of me, don't you think?" She asked as she took the slightest step nearer.
Kyra raised her own hand to touch her cousin's cheek. Her mirth faded. "But you, Matthrew... you're for the good." Her eyes were sad as she said it.