It's harder to focus on the remainder of their work after a kiss like that from Hawke, but Amelia's denied herself so well for years that she manages. The excuse of being and staying close when the work is done while they make their way back to the Up eases the rest of the need in her blood enough to keep her steady. Helping to fool the guard is good, but dreams know she plans to delve her fingers into his hair as they clean themselves in her shower, to touch and worship him as no one else has ever managed in his life.

Damn the weariness. Damn the pains and soreness. She's going to take them both to new heights after this.

The sharpness of the cold air makes her draw a breath, cheeks flushing as she instinctively leads them toward Shadows' Rest. Her lips are still parted as drags a hand along his arm, pupils wide and eyes unblinking as she looks up into his face.

"I want you home with me," she murmurs. "My home is closer, and I've a shower to melt away everything that isn't us." She raises their entwined hands to brush her lips across his knuckles, her breath warm and soft as she clasps her free hand around his. "I need you, Wolfe, as soon as I'm free of every stitch and weapon."