She'd let Sirona run after leaving Tess at the beach and her hair was tumbling out of her braid as she approached the stables, slowing Sirona to a trot and then a walk. She started to smooth back the loose tendrils when she saw Victor, and then made a face at herself - and a face at Dillon, who's expression was somewhere between amused and long-suffering - and dismounted as she drew close.

"You're home," she said simply as she looped Sirona's reins over the hitching post before leaning up to kiss him lightly.