Honos' lips against hers felt wonderful to Libera, the comfort of knowing she was with the only other person in the world who could understand right then, who had suffered the same loss. They'd hardly got to ever know Mary, but maybe it was more what it represented - the last of a family line they'd tried to create here, something of their very own.
Libera drew him closer to her body, familiar yet strange, and she knew that this comfort would make her feel better for a short time and that, in the end, Honos would not make her feel guilty for it.