He caught her by surprise, in the darkness of the storeroom. She had scarce took a breath before he had trapped her between his arms, his body, and the shelf, leaning forward for a gentle kiss that made her quiver and press against him, searchingly. "I don't know..." Lhurriel murmured faintly.<br/><br/>Then he released her again, and she followed him as he led her to the meeting place again. Her mind, clearer now than it had been earlier, stored the way to get here, carefully filing it away for future use. When he revealed the door, she paused, hesitating.<br/><br/>Without much warning, she turned to Amron and pressed up against him, moving them until he had his back against a wall. Lhurriel grabbed him and kissed him, hard; the ache of loss was still hollow in her chest. "Stop being so kind to me," she whispered softly, terribly conflicted inside. "I can't... it's hard for me to separate you from the Amron I met... at the Tilted Crescent, but a night ago. Things are different now. I'm one of your Thirteen... It would breed... disfavor, or favoritism, no?"