Suddenly he was kissing her, and Padma stepped back, drawing him inside so she could shut the door behind him. She felt the locks and wards click into place as the door closed, and she slid her free hand - the hand that wasn't holding up her towel - into Faelan's hair.
He smelled of smoke and fire and fear but he was here and kissing her and everything was going to be okay.
"You're okay? You're not injured?" Padma asked between fierce, possessive kisses.