She turns her head to kiss him, languid and thorough, then sighs and shifts, moving instead to lie at his side, pulling a blanket to cover them both.

It is only then, when they are warmed and no longer trembling in the aftermath, her hand spread over his heart, that she asks questions. That was inevitable; Haleth always has questions. "Will this--this awareness of you--" She can feel him with her, inside as well as out, passionate and intense, a bonfire on a starry night. "Will it remain with me, even when we are separate? What is this that has happened?"