Ramza froze as the Bard's face came close to his, standing stock still, with no idea what to do. He could feel the cold of her nose and her hair brush against his skin like a chill winter wind as they touched. Her lips, though, were solid and felt almost warm.

His face went bright red, and perhaps she could feel the warmth of his blush through that ghastly cold around her. He did not know what a kiss was meant to feel like, or if he was doing it right or wrong. Almost of its own volition, his hand came up to cradle her cheek. He remembered his father had kissed his mother like that, in one of the few hazy memories he had of them together. His fingers tingled for a moment at that icy contact, then went numb.

Barkeep was never going to let him live this down, he was certain.