Yuna lifted her head to his, returning the kiss with quiet enthusiasm. She was very relieved that he didn't seem to mind her plan; she hadn't been entirely sure how he would react. She squeezed the hand he held, and her other hand reached up to touch his face, brushing two fingers along his cheek. It was a habitual gesture of hers now; at first it'd been a way of showing herself he really was here, but now it was just something she loved doing.