Duskfire Glacier lust

lestan's eyes nearly bulged out of his head with shock. he padded closer, tail waving gaily. "do you mean to say we are related?" he asked in a genuinely delighted tone. "that's wonderful!"
"where's the rise?" lestan asked after a beat. he was truly too tickled to focus well, and especially now that the smile was lifting some tension on the other's handsome face.
how unsuitable, to think of ashlar as attractive beneath the circumstances! "we have another relative in natigvik. amalia is her name."