If she has put it aside, it is not far - because now that her perceived duty is done, to put Magni's immediate well being very much first, she can't help how easy it is to lean when she is beckoned close too. The betrayal in her gaze as it drops to Magni's body below the water before she quickly darts it back up.

But this time, she doesn't pull away. Firmly, now that she can see the colour coming back up to Magni's cheeks and lips, no longer starkly turning blue, but finally possessing that flush of colour she related so keenly to her. Of when her cheeks would turn pink when the wind whipped too hard against her face, her hair dampened and clinging to her body. Yellow washed in the candlelight that flickered in the corners of the room, the fire that had been banked to make it warm.

She basks in her, where no one can tell them not too, gladly. Her hand extending as Magni turns to kiss her wrist, turning to brush against Magni's cheek, tracing around the shape of her jaw with slow fingers.