Lee feels good, suddenly. Really good. Calm, grounded, not things she usually feels. This is what she needed, probably, that connection to a shared history. How good it had felt to recite and sing such old words in a language as familiar to her as welcoming family home. Lee tilts her head forward and kisses him very lightly and chastely on the mouth, her cold hand on his chest, nerves still fuzzy from all the wine.