It is a leap, and she knows it, she can taste it with senses he'll never understand.

And it astounds her, the trust he shows her. Simply and utterly astounds her.




He reminds her what it feels like to be of the Light.

And to honour that above all else, she does as he asks. She takes his hands between her palms and pulls him down again, kissing his mouth, soft and slow. The whisper begins at the outside edge of his senses, burnished gold struck through with lines of heat, a sensation of air rushing passed, and something cold and clear, bright as the dawn.

Lyonya.

She whispers his name once and the power of it thrums in his veins.