At Yeva's comfortings, at her guidance, Norani would give small nods, and her crying, or holding back the crying, would ease. At being told that Yeva was here until sunset, she squeezed her dear friend tight against her. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.
Why can't they just be together and happy, like before?
And when Yeva told Norani that she was strong enough for her quest, Norani believed her. Yeva never lied to her, Yeva knew her well. She nodded, sniffling as she eased further away from tears, her eyes bloodshot. At Yeva's apology, Norani shook her head, "No, no, do not apologize. You'd be here if you could. I know this with all my heart. You have nothing to apologize for."
As Yeva placed her hand on Norani's, the Orkhan's rolled over to embrace the elf's and Norani smiled. "Yes, we will make it back, both of us." She was sure of it. Just as she was sure that she would not hold back on account of what Yeva might think. And as Yeva leaned in close, her lips gently touching Norani's tusk, the Orkhan lass closed her eyes as her body shuddered.
She felt Yeva's hand over her heart, and she leaned forward into the burning touch. Her skin heated as kisses followed the lines of Norani's neck, and then her heart stopped.
'I love you.'
Norani realized in that moment, that as Yeva said those words for the first time, feeling her lips say them against her skin, that it was not the first time that Yeva felt it. And Norani had felt the love from her dear friend far earlier than the words came out. And yet still, her heart soared. Another kiss worked its way up Norani's neck, and a low sigh escaped through her tusks. Another followed, and Norani's hand left Yeva's, sliding along the elf's thigh.
Another kiss, and breathless Norani, "I love you too."
Another kiss, and the hand on Yeva's thigh found fingers gripping her firmly. One more, just below her ear, and Norani's lips parted in sigh, her other hand alighting upon Yeva's waist, sliding around to the low of her back, her Orkhan heart thundering in her chest. The hand on Yeva's back urged her closer, as Norani pressed her skin closer into Yeva's kisses, the hand on Yeva's thigh sliding beneath it, to bring Yeva closer still, into her lap, facing her was the urge, the desire. And for the first time since this reunion began, Norani was not thinking, was not worrying, was not fretting or fearing or crying.
Norani was opening her heart with her dearest friend and chasing the need that came with it.