When I was held, none could communicate with me. I'd tried the BCE, I'd tried Chiron. Nothing worked. The contract was as useless as this stupid thing was.

A hand slips to his cheek; she keeps them close as she lengthens the duration of the kiss. Light little nips interspersed with affection, still so innocent, when usually, she'd have done something to intensify it.

You missed my face, did you?

When she pulls back, she bats her lashes at him. It's so silly and ridiculous, but she thinks he needs that.

"I trust you with my heart and my life, Jon. The contract is meant to be a temporary thing; if you'd rather me break the tie with him, I will."