It was the touch to his cheek, as much as the kiss, that threatened to take him apart at the edges. Neria had wanted away from where she was. She'd wanted to be somewhere she felt safe, and the magic had taken her here. To him.

She had to go back -- but even if he did go back with her, he wouldn't be able to protect her. He knew that now. He could do his best, but it wouldn't stop what was coming.

But it wasn't here, in this moment. Not yet. Not right now.

The kiss had been Kell's own version of what Neria had said aloud; the things he felt that he couldn't quite name or explain. He felt that she deserved to feel safe, to feel wanted, to be accepted as well as admired. He took her as a whole, complete with scars and fears and broken pieces. They were both far from perfect.

They didn't have everything, but they did have now.

Kell worked his fingers into Neria's hair, drawing her closer with a hiss of breath, like he wouldn't get another chance.