The kiss undid him.
It wasn't the pressure of it, there barely was any.
Urag's mind blanked in a way that startled even him. He forgot how to function.
For a heartbeat, he simply stared at her, breath caught halfway in his chest, thoughts scattering like startled birds.
His fingers twitched at his sides, useless, uncertain, as if he'd forgotten what to do with them.
"I.."
He stopped. Swallowed. Tried again.
"I… y-yes. I mean…"
A soft, incredulous breath left him, half a laugh, half a surrender.
"Yes," he repeated, this time quietly "You can… you can stay."
He lifted a hand, hesitated, then gently brushed his thumb against her wrist, grounding himself through her warmth.
She slipped from his hold moving away like nothing had just happened.
Eiravyne began to wander through his study, fingertips brushing along the spines of old books, lingering over strange instruments and half-written notes.
Meanwhile, Urag did not move.
