"He pulled back again, looking into my eyes, and there was something different. Was he feeling that funny warmth creep into his arms and chest and head, too? 'Thank you,' I murmured. 'Any time. I mean'-- he shook his head, laughing at himself--'you know what I mean.' 'Goodnight, Kile.' 'Goodnight, Eadlyn." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading toward the stairs that led back to his temporary quaters. I watched him go and told myself that the only reason I was smiling like that was because of the cameras were hidden somewhere, not because of anything Kile woodwork had done."
-pg. 115 & 116