Edith looked up to his face, a small smile on her pink lips. She leaned up a little, suddenly bringing her lips to meet his in a soft kiss. It did not matter that he was her brother, just like it hadn't mattered when she was with Eward. All that mattered was that in this moment she needed this, to be affectionate and to feel loved.
"You haven't changed a bit," she admitted, her arms still hugging her tightly to him. "You're still sweet, gentle, Lysander." With a smile still on her lips she rested her head against his shoulder again, nuzzling against the side of his neck.