<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Always, my love," he whispered back and bent to touch his lips to hers.  "It is torture to see you and not touch you," Cameron murmured when they broke apart.  "To sit next to you in the council chamber and yet not reach for you.  I will adjust," he added.  "But it is -- difficult.  I imagine it is for you as well."  He lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking gently.  "We should -- we should consider that our lives would be easier if certain people knew the truth... knew and could support us."  He couldn't resist a second kiss.  "One of those someones should be a healer or hedgewitch for you, my sweet.  I am no expert in the complexities of the female body -- but every woman I have passed time with has made it clear to me that they required the regular services of a female cleric."</span></span>