Here’s a bit of a scene from “Coming Home”

Ruarin giggled at the thought of the faces in Dovlinia the next morning, and soon the Minivandian’s laugh joined her.  Ruarin walked to stand next to DaddyBear, saying, “I’ll miss doing things like this.  It’s definitely more exciting than rolling bandages or spinning thread.”

She put her arms around DaddyBear’s middle and hugged him tightly.  DaddyBear returned the embrace, and they stood like that for a few moments.  Then, without another word, Ruarin slipped her arms around the tall man’s neck and drew his face to her own.  She looked up at him for a moment, her green eyes sparkling in the starlight.  DaddyBear met her gaze as he gently kissed her lips.  Their embrace grew tighter and their kisses more urgent, then Ruarin lay her head against his chest and sighed.

“I should go back to the inn before I do something I’ll regret,” she said softly.

“I won’t regret anything,” DaddyBear said, running his rough hand down her soft hair.  He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I’m afraid I might,” Ruarin replied.  She kissed him once more, cupping his scruffy cheek in one hand, then slipped off into the darkness.  “Good night,” she said, her soft voice drifting back to caress the Northerner’s ears.

DaddyBear remained next to the fire for a long while, watching as the coals flared and darkened in the cool breeze. Finally, he kicked dirt over the fire and followed her back toward the tavern.