Xanthippe got a little lost in kissing him, for a moment. Willingly, purposefully. It dragged her a little further away from all the sadness that was still lurking around the edges of her brain.

Then, she murmured, "Hyacinthe." Another kiss. "Hya." There was a tilt of mischief to her smile, not that he could really see it. "Prince of Travelers."

She remembered.