Swiftcurrent Creek I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

lestan had spent so long outside his body that it was quite hard to return to it. in the moment he returned the intensity of reverie's kiss, though it swiftly became awkward with blossom still in his arm.
there was the fact also that no answering flush came from his flesh; it was not for lack of joy or want, lestan did not think, only worry. they were both rather battered, and blossom! so new! did they not have to wait a time?
reverie's delicacy, his own fear, his deep introspection; all these things had quieted his hungers for the moment and regretfully he pulled away. "let's wait," lestan said with great reluctance. "i want this place to be more — ah, settled." his eyes asked that she understand, and he kissed her cheek as if to assure.