How troublesome, to need to breathe. It ends, and the break away is small, but it seems, feels, much too far - a slight disappointment, as Sabriel was quite contended. She would continue to kiss him, or kiss him once more. But her lungs object, and even as she inhales air again, it pales in comparison to the moment that passed before. She feels lightheaded - probably the lack of air. Confused, slightly. Whatever she had to puzzle out over him was now only more complicated. Maybe this all is a dream after all.

But it's not, because he is still there, not vanishing to her subconscious. No one says her name, no one pulls her back to a lesson, to study, to reality. She opens her eyes and sees his own. This is reality, a reality she stumbled into, not as she expected. The smile against her mouth is contagious, as she smiles in return. She can't think of anything to say, not right away. What can she say? It says more for to meet his gaze, an intense thing. She will not shy away from that.

The hold over her breaks, though, as he speaks. "An agreement," she echoes, wonderingly, still short of breath. Her mouth quirks. "Does that apply to making agreements about making it so?"