Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

Rapt. Enraptured. She could not read her father then, but she could read Him; and there is pride in her, too, evident, but not so much so as to offend Him. Her ears shift, and there are no words, no whispered murmurings in her minds. He is here, in her presence, for her. She breathes him in as he nears, and even the smell of her father is different to her.
xxxxxxThere is no revulsion at his contact; she is bewildered only by the thought that his desire here is different from the times that he desired sacrifice and death. Now, what? She does not think of lust, does not understand it; she is young, for all of her knowledge gained she does not know this.
xxxxxxAnd so she waits, averting her eyes, leaning toward the pale, bloodied man both for the comfort of the man hidden within and to feel Sos.