Berek gazed into her green eyes, and heard her voice. He'd grown so used to it, so familiar with it. But now she spoke in a different way. He'd never heard her speak his name like that. "Ferona," he breathed, practically melting at her hands on his shoulders, her body language. He saw her lips part, and his breathing deepened as he lost himself in her eyes. His hands slipped around her waist and back, and he spoke her name again, even more softly. 

Berek leaned in and kissed her, breathing her in as he did so, his arms wrapping around her ever so more tightly. It felt very right to do this, and he enjoyed the moment, knowing she was safe and so very welcome here. He'd never known what love was, but this was probably it. 

After their lips separated, Berek rested his forehead against hers, simply holding her. He smiled, so very comfortable here and now. The warmth of the room only added to the comfort. "Would you..." He began, his hand reaching up to grip hers gently. He felt so calm yet nervous somehow. "I'm..." He needed to say it. "I'm so glad to have you here."