Her braids are definitely all mussed up now, but Anna is far from minding. In fact, she doesn't notice much at all besides how good it feels to just give in and kiss him with no sign at all of stopping until he finally tears himself away.

She blinks, laughing, breathless, fingers pressed to her lips, and looks a little sheepish. "Yeah, it did," she replies, making herself summon something like a scolding tone. "Don't you ever do that again."