He didn't offer anything more, so Blue didn't press him for further details. She'd always respected both his willingness and unwillingness to share what was on his mind, though she always listened attentively when he did. But she did slide over and place a gentle kiss to his wet cheek, saying softly, "I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad you're here with me." Now and always.

A shiver skittered over her just then, the water warm but the night air cool. And the moon was in the west, slowly sinking down behind the tall dark trees. "We ought to head back, I guess." Another shower was definitely in order, since Blue really didn't fancy smelling like river water and mud all day tomorrow.

She picked her way out of the water and up the bank, shaking off water and wringing out her hair. Pulling on clothes over wet skin was frustrating, but years of doing so back on the island had taught her a few tricks. The wild energy from earlier had burned off, leaving her feeling a bit melancholy, almost bittersweet, but it was a languid state; Blue didn't want to fly back through the trees again, so she simply reached for her mate's hand once they were ready to start out.

--but gently tugged him with her out of the bright moonlight and, with her back securely against one of the thick pines, urged Omega down for a slow, soft kiss, drinking in the taste of him flavored with the river and the night.