<br/>The touch of this mans hand, his caring and gentle fingers sent such sensations across the uratha’s skin, something far more than just sexual, it was yet deeper than anything she had felt until their paths had crossed. In turn Peggerty caressed his face, smiling as she felt the slight stubble, her long fingers followed the patters to his hair, and she ran those fingers then through his dark hair.<br/><br/>A light and soft kiss was placed in Craig’s cheek. Far more chaste than the day before, yet the passion and her feelings were still encompassed within it. Her mind was less set up less made for organising the strange events of the past few days.<br/><br/>“I understand what you mean….” Peggerty said with a sigh, the squeeze of the hand offered more comfort, “We have time….all the time in the world. I could wait here for….for as long as…” a smile passed her lips “A piece of string, perhaps…” There was another pause, “I can ask …maybe talk to those in the hisil, and family.”<br/><br/>Craig was given another kiss, just upon his cheek, “You see the hisil too yes?” She wondered if perhaps in a place like this they might find clues. Of course Peg was no crescent moon, but on the other hand she did understand the place more than many.<br/>