She had been gotten. Their more snug embrace caused her to tense for a moment, unsure of what Ronan's meandering point was going to be. He had told her she was right - which wasn't that rare, really - but he was being restless in the waking world. Of course it wasn't easy to consider - for either of him. She understood his turmoil. She'd been fretting over the situation for days with serious thought.
Could he say no? He could have. Part of her wished he had. There was a daunting freedom ahead of her, something she'd withheld for the entirety of her life, but had disappeared some when she'd gotten with Ronan. The freedom was something she cherished but also left her vulnerable, out from under the warm protection she'd come to revel in. "Try it?" Gael joked. That's when she woke them. "Hi."
The air felt thinner than when she'd gone to sleep.