She breathes him in, her head still swimming. Moments are ticking passed, even here in this place, where she's supposed to be outside of time.

The part of her that still has wings, even in this form, twitches, reflexively reaching for open sky. The part of her that is still human, even in this form, clings to his neck, drinking in his scents.

Eventually, she does step back, grey eyes looking up into his bright blue gaze. Her fingers skim over his chest, reaching up to press one finger across his lips. "Breakfast."

And then, no doubt, their separate ways.