She expected him to say something about the soup, some...odd little comment about her cooking, or how incongruous this was after a chase through the snow. Instead, he kisses her, squarely on the forehead. She had no idea how to take that, her body going a little rigid as a defense mechanism. She would not fall down. She refused to fall down. She was better than that.

She blinked, staring at him wide eyed.

"H-Harima...?" What...what did that mean? Her lip quivered with apprehension, uncertainty filling her up again like it had at the Soulfast. What...why?