Sometimes Savina worried that she neglected Kansas when she was so busy with everything else. Of course she knew he understood that her position meant that they could not spend every waking hour together, yet still. Hopefully he knew that she would be there for him as much as he was her support. His bouts of melancholy worried her and there were moments she feared she was a part of his depressions. Sometimes her mate seemed an enigma even though she knew that she knew him better than anyone else. Perhaps with all the issues of the winter they had simply just lost touch. The Marino had insulated herself from everyone—even her lover.
The way his arms wrapped her up always made her feel like a giddy little girl. Of course the Consul was far from girlhood now. Five years she had walked upon this Earth and she had seen and experienced too much to be considered at all adolescent. He had always somehow managed to wipe all her fears and burdens away though, even if only for a moment. Let's go somewhere...somewhere we won't be disturbed. Her words were not intended as innuendo—though they could easily be taken that way—truly she just wished to be alone with him. To talk and commune without the worry of being interrupted by her duties.
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