To that, she only laughed, a breathless sound pressed against his fine hair. "Oh, Rhy," she whispered, fond, incredulous. Her heart ached at the memory of him in the snow, her hand on his arm. When their eyes met only once in the halls of Aallotar. Her arms seemed to tighten around Kell in response, drowning herself in the physical intimacy that she might forget how much some parts of her simply hurt.

If Kell worried she wasn't going to press for more, he needn't; Neria kept her hold on him in every way, including pressing herself close enough that her body still rested against his own, soaking in his warmth.

Neria turned her head just enough so she could look into his face. "If you're hoping I'll be loud, then," she murmured. "You're going to need to push me over the edge." Make her mindless, force everything to fall away. "Until there's nothing else but you." She smiled, slow. Sharp. "If you think you can make me scream, Kell, you're welcome to try."