Lenore nods, lifting her face with a tired smile and reaching one hand up to curl around the back of Gideon's neck. "Yes. We did it. You did well. Thank you for finding Bronwyn. We could have managed, but it would all have been a lot more difficult without your help. You were the bridge we needed, so that I knew I could work with her without having to delay, and she trusted us faster because you were evidence of there being a plan in place." Sure, it was just sitting in a jail cell for a few hours, but it had also been crucially helpful, and Lenore wants to be sure that Gideon knows that. She's needed. She's valued.

Pulling her down into a kiss, Lenore whimpers a little with need as their mouths meet, pushing herself up on tiptoe to make the connection easier. Her hand slides a little higher into Gideon's hair, curling possessively into the strands, while her other hand tugs at the hem of Gideon's shirt, untucking it, clearly seeking more.

Breaking off even while she's still impatient for more, Lenore licks her lips. She can't let herself get lost in desire just yet.

"Check the room for traps," she instructs, leaning up for one last quick peck before she lets go. "Then wash and undress for bed. There's food if you're hungry." Since she doubts the jail was serving any middle of the night meals, much less anything edible.

The washing supplies are just a cake of plain soap and a couple of ewers of cold water, but at least the heat of the fire is warm.