They both began to feel a strange, uncomfortable buzzing beneath their skin. Reluctantly, Taken broke the kiss, though he didn't let go of Helda. "Do you feel that?"
Tayen found himself feeling strangely giddy, as he often did with her. He deepened the kiss, hands tangling in her hair, then running down her neck and back.
He melted into her, feeling her restored warmth. The terror of the situation felt like it had frozen him too, and now he thawed, feeling happy and alive.
He carefully lit it, keeping it upright and steady so as not to risk spilling fuel. Then he ground the torch against the earth, extinguishing it. He took her into his arms.
After scrambling for what felt like much too long, he found a torch and began to make for the shed. He held it carefully so as to keep it from blowing out, not caring that it burned to hold it close.