musebox for Ashfae's minions

His face is still wet with tears, and she kisses the salt on his cheek, kisses his eyes, strokes his hair. It was rare that they touched before, but now that permission has been granted on both sides it seems neither can have enough. There is much more that needs to be said, years' worth, but for now she holds him once more in silence, caressing him until his breathing settles.