[It's really not so different than her life has always been. Death hunted the living in her world. But there at least you could usually fight back. You knew when you were going into battle. Here you could lay down to sleep and be gone. It could happen like that at home too, but not as often.
But he brushes those thoughts away with the touch of his lips. It's slow and gentle and she feels every part of it—the physical and the emotional. The kiss lingers, but when it breaks she doesn't push for another.]
I ran into some people on the way here. There were hugs. [A little confession. She doesn't feel guilty about them. It had nothing to do with anything but comfort, but... She doesn't want Tyki to be the one to mention it or Cross for that matter.]