The lightheaded feeling lingered, but now it had Qebhet off-balance, teetering in confusion between the simple, solid certainty of Much's arms and the messy tangle of her own thoughts. Don't make things awkward? She'd done exactly that, shattered the moment, and now Much was gazing down at her with a furrow of worry.
"Yes," she said, because her first impulse was to smooth that concern from his brow, but her uncertainty gave it the upward inflection of a question, and Qebhet knew he could hear it as well as she did. "I... oh, I'm sorry!" She was apologising again; she didn't seem to be able to help herself. "It was a nice moment and I ruined it."