All she could do was nod in agreement, laying a gentle kiss on his shoulder, unable to form words. It took a long moment for Molly to come down, panting into Wills skin as she slowly withdrew from his mind. She was shaking, fine shivers flowing through her in waves as she struggled to put her defences up again, to isolate her mind from his. Their connection was still there, strong and solid, the echoes of what they'd shared still flowed back and forwards along it and Molly found it reassuring after the intensity of what had come before.

Lifting her head seemed a herculean effort but she made it, sitting back a little and tipping Wills head back gently in both hands to watch him, smiling tiredly. She hadn't realised how much power she'd been putting into their joining until she took stock, only to find her magic burning low inside her. She was exhausted, but intensely happy. Her body was languid and heavy in the best way and she felt safe and secure in the span of his arms, pressed against him, skin flushed and slick with their sweat.

"I'm not sure I can do that often, but I am so, so glad we did." She murmured, leaning down to kiss him, lips slow and hot on his. "I never thought it was going to be like this."