SAFRIN
Her laughter is light as she feels him move against her, kiss her back. It is a rarity among mortals to touch her this way, moreso to kiss her. But this is a rare moment indeed, one of transformation and change and she would indeed mark it with an intimate gesture. "Keep your eyes closed..." She whispers against his lips, as her hand softly reaches back, before plunging straight into his chest. There is no pain, only a white-star tingle emanating from where her arm has disappeared into his flesh. Her fingers dance and flicker within with galactic precision; his soul in her palm.
It is strengthened.
Changed.
Attuned.
Pulling back there is a whisper of blue and gold, of feathers and claws, and then...
