“Do you… do you think this is wrong?”
Moriel turned to him, the slight nightly breeze blowing a strand of dark hair across her face.
“Do I think what is wrong?”
“This,” he whispered, squeezing her hand. “Us.”
She frowned at him, tilting her head to one side and regarding him quizically. “Now what would make you ask a question like that?”
Carth shrugged, releasing her hand and turning to look out at the dark forest around them. “I don’t know. It’s just… I’ve been thinking, with everything that’s going on…” He trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his concerns without giving Moriel the wrong impressions.
Moriel stepped close to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder. The bodily contact was something he had sorely missed these past few weeks, and he put an arm around her shoulders, drawing her into him. He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent, and sighed into her hair. He closed his eyes, everything within him wishing that there was nothing else that mattered in the galaxy except holding her.
There was a brief silence, and then Moriel spoke up very quietly. “
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