Glinda looked up at Elphaba through her own wet eyelashes, taking in the soothing, soft color and the darker green on her cheeks, her warm wood-colored eyes stained with the red of recent tears. Their lips were apart now, but their bodies were still entangled so comfortably and so close. Glinda could feel Elphaba's chest press against her, then relax again, in time with both their slightly faster breathing.<br/><br/>"Elphie..." she held the gaze, finding wonders between their interlocked eyes, misty and hazy yet, but unmistakably there. Elphaba's cheeks were glistening with wetness, produced from her own body, and yet so toxic to her. "That must be painful..." she whispered, pushed herself up a little further and began kissing the tears from Elphaba's cheeks, tasting salt and scenting the natural flavor of Elphaba's skin that reminded her of the wilderness of nature and the freshness of a forest in the rain.