After far too long Dash finally pulls away and tries to wipe her eyes; you beat her this time and she looks at you sheepishly as your softer thumbs wipe away her lingering tears. You finish by cupping her cheeks and planting a long kiss on her forehead. By the time you pull away she’s red as a rose in the lantern light—her eyes portrayed a measure of childish giddiness and you knew yours did too.