Faelan was kissing along her neck, and she could feel the tears still rolling down his cheeks and falling onto the bare skin of her neck and shoulder.
"Faelan," she murmured, sliding one hand so she was cupping the back of his head. He didn't seem inclined to move to the bed, and Padma wasn't going to bring it up. If he wanted her here, he could have her.
She pressed a kiss to his temple and slid her other hand beneath his shirt to touch his skin.