[ She's about to make some smart remark but then he closes the distance and kisses her, and she can't complain, not really, when she was the one willing herself not to kiss him out of some sort of pride. So there isn't a moment of hesitation when her eyes fall closed and lips move against his, or in how one of her hands sneaks its way to the back of his neck to thread through dark hair and pull him closer into the kiss, less gentle than she'd been earlier but not at all rough either.

She almost pouts when he breaks the kiss, but once again her pride quiets her, as she waits to hear what he has to say. She takes a short moment before opening her eyes again. To say Davina hadn't forgotten the whole situation when she kissed him would be a lie.

Right, he was still sitting naked in a ritual bed in a tomb. ]

Okay. [ The younger witch seems to falter in her answer, not sure exactly how to broach the subject. ]

I didn't know if this ritual was going to work - or... what would happen.

[ That's... A good start. ]

So I didn't think you'd be coming back... Well. [ She nods her head to the side and down a bit, keeping her eyes on his.

#Awkward. ]