Hearing about it, imagining, talking over the journals.. it's all so very different than coming face-to-face with the effects of Charmed drunkenness. She's only ever seen Kyra look at her like this when they've been pressed close in a corner together, even then it's only a shadow of the look that's on her face now. Marina's pulse quickens. "Hi," she stupidly breathes back, and takes Kyra's hand, drawing her through the doorway.

Her brain reminds her that she's the only one here in full control of her senses. Or, as in control as she ever is when Kyra is around. But she's taken her hand before. Plenty of times. Denying that right now would be cruel. Yes, that's how the rationalization goes. For the first time ever, her eyes dart away in search of Sunny, in hopes that the horrible little monster hasn't deserted them. Close enough for now.

Then she smiles, basking in this strange new glow. "You made it past your guards."