Siuan led her to the lights of the marina, burnished and blazing through the chilly dusk. Moiraine was glad that she had worn her good coat. An unfamiliar sense of affection swept over her as Siuan had brushed her hand with her fingers questioningly, waiting for her consent. Moiraine made the decision to nudge her hand back and as the long strong fingers enveloped hers, felt happier than she had done in a long time.
And when Siuan leaned in to capture her in a kiss, she was met with no resistance, only a trusting heart that sang with a smile.