Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

she slept near him when at last her body's demands for now had been eased, perfectly trusting despite the fact his name was not even known. but the salt-runner was not thinking of that, only of how tired she was, how much she ached.
chani woke again, hungry in a variety of ways. she crooned, kissing until his jetstone arms went gently around her again.
she parted. there was no interest in running, but she was not sure what to say. "t'ank you, mountain man," chani chose, her eyes bright. "i do not intend to forget you."