It was a moment before Corrie could reply - the touch of his lips against her cheek sent an electric shock through her, and the breath wen out of her again, and her eyes all but closed, and her heart sped so fast and so suddenly that she nearly shook from it. She wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him back until he forgot there was a magical Britain falling apart all around.
She didn't. She had to trust him. She would kiss him, and tell him, when he came to collect Min. And it wouldn't be a waste of now to wait, because he would come. He wouldn't get stuck in Britain, empty and bitter and magicless.
Her hand loosened its grip on Lorcan's - loosened, but didn't let go - and she swallowed and said, "Me too." Thank you. "I'll take care of her." You can depend on me. "Take care of yourself." I wish I could take care of you, too.