Rider heard his own heart in his eardrums during that kiss. Waves crashing on the shore...Oceanus. Just as before, just as he'd desired. Just as he'd dreamed so long ago.

His dream hadn't changed, it seemed.

He wipes his sword on the grass to clean it of Assassin's blood. Then he returns to Bucephalus and smirks as she just stands there so idly. "If that's all it takes to silence you, perhaps I should do it more often."

He's teasing, there's a laugh in his tone. But in truth, he's just as shaken by the act as she. He can still taste her on his lips, which he can't help but lick. Then he gets up and into the saddle, reaching down to offer her his hand. "Are you coming? Or would you prefer to stay here?"