Drums... drums in the deep

So wrapped up in her own head again she didn't notice him shifting gears. When she went to get up he held her there and her brow furrowed in confusion until she realized the quickening of his heart and the catch in his breath. His scent shifted ever so slightly over the smell of the land and snow. They were out in the open snow.

She squirmed against him, maybe she could weasel her way around his mighty arms. A comfort and a cage. She lifted her head over his arm again, shaking her head,
"No, Bas, not-not here. We're out in the open..." She said quietly. A pleading hitch to her tone. Would he force it? Under the sky where any could wander by?

"Ignita"