Even if he wasn't aware of it, she definitely was, the feeling of strong arms around her - the same arms that had brought down a dragon to rescue her. She was standing on tiptoe to stay something close to face-to-face with him, her heart hammering in her chest.

"I suppose you're right," she murmured softly, her eyes falling half-lidded. "My name is Ashe. And I suppose no one could blame us for getting... carried away." Her body pressed closer again, her lips inches from his. "Or if I felt so grateful, I just had to show it..."