If Amèlie had thought the intensity of the embrace had been a surprise, she was completely overwhelmed by the press of Marajara's lips to her own. She froze for a second as her brain caught up to what was happening: Marjara was kissing her. All on her own, no provocation, no mistake, of her own free will. It was extraordinary.

Finally her hand moved to cup the elf's cheek as she returned the kiss a moment before pulling slightly back. She licked her lips absently, cheeks darkened to a purple color as she actually blushed as she ducked her head almost shyly.

"If that is the reward for finding you, I will have to hunt more often."