There is a tide to such kisses, a point where they either develop into further events or settle into something quieter. Haleth chooses the latter, when the moment comes. They end up holding each other close, his arms and cloak wrapped around her, her head leaning against his chest. He is so much taller than she...Haleth smiles a little. No need to worry about the cold, sitting like this, not even on the longest night of the year. Though by now the sun is bright gold over the mountains.

She sighs a little, lifting her head with clear reluctance. "We should return. I will need some sleep this morning, since there was none in the night." Most of her Haladin will be in like case, at least; the day after Yuletide is not an active one.