Those three, simple words, they spoke of another three which both longed so desperately to have confirmed. For Ashe, they were enough. With the release of tension she found the tightness of her chest replaced, by the joyful pounding of her heart.

The boldness of his touch, his arm's embrace all but broke down any semblance of wall which kept the two apart, and she could do nothing less than respond in kind - in a first.

Allowing him time to realise what she meant to do, she leaned in, gradually closing the distance between them until their noses brushed, lips a mere fraction apart. Incredible tension hung in the air as she waited, breathless, praying he would accept the invitation and all it signified. Dismissing him from Warjilis couldn't have possibly been further from her mind at that point, or ever.

"Delita..."