Difficult, but not impossible, and she appreciates his help. More than appreciates it. He's protected her, fought for her, treated her so carefully... before she realizes she's reaching for him, she is, soapy hands cupping his cheeks to tilt him closer. Closer to kiss.

And kiss.

And kiss.

Nothing deep or heated, but something which speaks to how she's missed him and needed him--even if she can never quite voice how much she has needed him. He's become as essential to her as her dragons are.

"He'd contacted me when he felt--" Her brows furrow. He doesn't know. "I am Chiron's master."

She doesn't very much like that term of phrase, and she'd told Chiron as much when they'd came to their agreement.