Xen barely manages wriggle one arm up between them, gripping the young woman's jaw in her hand to obscure the kiss before returning the gesture, her mouth working once in response but unable to do more without losing her breath-- she wraps the young woman's arm tight against her own throat, as if she's being held down, and sucks her breath in pain to speak again.  "I lost... I'll tell you soon... but now--" she winces again and a mist of tears shines in eyes, but she grips Aeryn's hair in her hand, "sorry for this--" and she tugs Aeryn's face back from her own roughly, "--hit me."  She wrenches Aeryn's face back from her own, the straining, long muscles taut in her arm, and angles her away so that the human woman has the perfect angle for a right-cross.  "Hard."