Somehow, that squeeze was some impossible measure more amazing than any sensation-of-kissing ever could be, just then. It was there, and it was real, and it meant that things were right again. Jono and Didi, Didi and Jono. And it came with no small measure of relief. Her hand sat so very comfortably in his, after all.

//What I want to know now is, why Raven in particular? Of all th'people on the island?// He was now twining his fingers between hers, his eyes on her hand. //Seems a bit specific, almost. Yer and yer, fall for her, but only for th'weekend.//