Damian blinked at the sudden and shocking action of the Holy Daughter.
Truly, before she did what she did, he had been following her practice of Umoya munye. The breathing had helped. The naming of his burden had helped. The sensation of her hands against his, of someone sharing weight he had been carrying alone, had brought him to a level of calm that felt almost foreign after the chaos of the past hours.
And then she had...done that.
Her lips had pressed against his with warmth that cut through everything else, a contact so unexpected that his mind had simply stopped processing for several heartbeats. The power that had surged between them, the explosion of Mana and emotion that accompanied the touch, had been unlike anything he had experienced as a Dross or Anointed One.
He felt different thoughts rising in his mind.
Thoughts about the softness of her lips. How he had never tasted something like this before as it was...sweet?
But!
He pushed them down.
