Blue inhaled another shaky breath. They were going to be all right; she was going to be all right. She kissed her mate softly, more than grateful for his unquestioning devotion. Her arms tightened a little bit more around his waist and she held him close, the steady beat of his strong heart loud in her ears.

They were together. They would survive.

Omega's warmth helped to calm her shivering, the tremors slowly dissipating, and Blue eventually pulled away slightly, sniffling and rubbing her eyes with one thin fist. She fiddled with her mate's shirt, more to touch him than to actually care about the fabric.

"...I guess we should probably wash me, huh?" It was a pointed effort in moving on, but Blue somehow feared that "normal" would be a long time in returning.