He tells her "ooh love".
Shhh. He almost coos in her head. Then one of his wings brushes along her back, making her jolt before shivering. How much she loved those wings. Loved how they could pull her close against his side, safe and warm, sheltered. But how long had it been since? When he pulls back her teary gaze meets his, futile hope blossoms, her stomach turning and fluttering. Would he try to kiss her? Kylin wanted him too, but she was too afraid to ask, or take initiative. What if he would turn her down?
Kharon promises to come back, always and then she's rewarded with a sweet kiss. Her eyes fall closed, causing some last tears to roll down her cheeks, her breath uneven because of the sobs that Kylin cannot stop. Not yet. After all, he said he would never be able to stay away, but how long would he make her wait? A week, a month, or even longer? Perhaps, perhaps to never come back at one point? It would kill her. She didn't want to live without him.
Her hazel eyes just stare ahead when he leans in again, stepping closer. She loves and hates it at once. Finally he's here, finally he's touching her again, holding her, but it's not the same. He's different, reserved. Has he changed? Didn't he want her anymore? But no, he just said he did. Squeezing her eyes shut Kylin shakes her head, a shaky breath escaping past the barrier of her lips. Torn between fear, pain and pleasure.
For now, the latter is winning. Slowly she nods, moving barely as she rests her cheek against his neck. For a moment she gently tugs on his mane, scratching the skin. She does not pull away, waiting for Kharon to take the initiative. 'Our secret spring?' she asks softly in her head. After all, they couldn't have prying ears learn about their private place.