The simple dance that he led her in seemed all the more beautiful because of its simplicity and Branna quickly found herself forgetting all about her aching leg and losing herself among the fantasy of her tiny cabin transforming into an elegant ballroom and could almost feel the brush of silk against her skin and the gentle weight of gems adorning her throat. She found she rather enjoyed the touch of James's hand against her hip, the pressure sending a zing of electricity through her veins, provoking a smile into life that crinkled the corners of her chocolate colored eyes. Looking up into the handsome face above her, she began to hum along with the notes without a tune, managing to weave a halfway coherent melody with the same rhythm, surprising herself when it managed to harmonize enough to turn out to an almost recognizable song. After a moment, she found herself giggling as well. "at least they manage when they work together." She lilted playfully, giving the warm soft fingers beneath her hand a gentle squeeze.

Too soon for her liking however, their melody began to wind down, the steps of their dance to slow, and Branna found herself being guided around into a half circle, her back pressing against James's strong frame. Her head instinctively fell back against his shoulder, turning just far enough to maintain eye contact. As they held this position, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense that this very thing had happened before... Or rather, that she had been living in preparation for this moment. Slightly confused, she almost moved away, wanting to put some distance and clarity back into focus, but found that she didn't have the strength to move even a single inch. James was so close she could feel the heat he generated radiating off of the skin of his cheek and for some strange reason she could not grasp the meaning of, she took comfort in it.

"I'm... sorry, I should not have... You've been very kind, and I shouldn't..."

His words sounded remorseful as they whispered into her ear and tickled the skin of her neck with their breath. She stiffened slightly, realization of what nearly had happened flooding her thoughts and creating a warmth that blossomed within her stomach. Her mouth momentarily fell open with surprise before she found her lips curling into a soft smile.

"James... Dear James." The words slipped out in a whisper, unhindered by the note of warning at the back of her mind. "I don't accept your apology.... For there is nothing to be apologetic about.." Putting most of her weight onto her Good leg, she lifted her face to his, and gently pressed her full lips against his cheek in a tender kiss. Slowly lowering back onto her feet, she quietly consider the situation they were in and then added after a pause. "...Thank you for the dance. I shall cherish the memory always."