Amelia takes a few more minutes to bask in and get deeply in touch with her Mageia before slowly bringing her arm out of the water. And her heart warms when like a petulant child, the water swirls around restlessly, making her get the feeling of it not wanting her to go.
She stands up and walks back to Cane who had patiently been waiting with his back leaned against a tree and his arms crossed, his eyes on her the entire time.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah”, she whispers. More than okay…I’ve never felt more in tune with myself.
Cane smiles knowingly but doesn’t say anything. He just gives her a hand and they walk back.
The stroll is comfortable and leisurely when Amelia suddenly asks, “Hey Cane?”
“Hmm?” he drawls, looking at ease.
“At the moment when you…you marked me”, she says, stutt
