Nehmahati drew in a breath as his hand laid over her own, sending a warm tingle through the flesh of her human body.  It felt so odd, being in such a fragile state.  It was as if her senses were dulled and she was slightly disappointed at the fact that it didn't feel as it had back when she was alive, to touch another's flesh.  She was relieved to hear his voice, knowing that he had come to realize whom incompassed this present body.<br/><br/>A soft shudder traveled down the length of her spine as she felt his lips press against her palm and her lips curved in a smile so intimate that Kalab was the only one who had actually seen such a familiar smile.  No other lovers she had had (though often times, they were many), had ever been graced with such an expression.  With ease, she drew closer to him as he pulled her in, listening to his voice as if it were something that she had starved without.<br/><br/>She rose on tip toes and brushed her lips lightly against his mouth before lowering herself against he ground.  "As much as I would love to spend an eternity with our reunion, we have buisness to attend to...time is not on our side, my love.  I remember the way."  She said, her voice low, as if she were afraid someone else would hear her.  She had paid no attention to the Unseelie king, for he was of no importance to her.<br/><br/>She turned suddenly, though she kept her hand within his own.  curling her fingers a little more securily around his hand, she began to lead him towards the gate.  "Come, my love....let us find our parents and their beloved priests."