"Yes," she whispered, letting him kiss her, letting him lead her. This was what she wanted from the surface, wasn't? Experiences? All the things that she had missed out on for so many centuries, and that everyone else around her had been able to take their fill of.
So why not drink wine and be kissed by a god?
Makaria moved a hand up because she felt like she should have it somewhere on him, but she she wasn't sure where she should put it, and just sort of rested it on his large arm.