"Wh-" While Eleven had agreed to the conditions set, the sound of hooves brought on the promise of threat and he'd thought first to hide- thought that was where Lily was urging him. Peering past her, pulling her with him until his back hit a tree and-

Oh.

Nerves flared, self-conscious about how convincing he could make such a ruse look. At least his hand on her waist was a good start, and his mouth settled for trying to match the ardent press of hers. Well enough that his mind was divorced from the soft press of her body, his ears strained for approaching footsteps, heart beating a rapid rhythm.

Goddess, but he prayed they were all right. She was too exposed, his swords tucked away between them- and he needed to breathe soon.