She stands and straightens her robes, damp sand sticking to the fabric like tiny prickly crumbs. Her head throbs where the shield felled her, vision wavering as she blinks.
"Hawke," he says, standing before her, white hair shimmering in the sunlight and hurting her eyes. She squints at him.
"I thought…" His voice trails off and he looks at his feet, scuffing them in the sand.
Then his lips are on hers, fierce and intense. Her heart stutters as he kisses her, tasting of salt and sun and spices. She'd thought it wasn't possible to feel more dizzy, but she does.