He said it with such earnest feeling, and with such a sudden rush of colour to his face, it was impossible to mistake it for platitudes. The smile that split Qebhet's face was warm as a beam of sunlight breaking through the clouds. His hand was curled around hers, the bandage resting between their palms. One end hung loose - she hadn't yet secured it – but though Qebhet never liked to leave a task half-done, she found she wasn't in any hurry to pull away. "I really liked kissing you, too."