“You keep starin’,” Nyssa said finally, poking the fire with a stick. “What, never seen a woman before?” “That’s because southern women don’t fight.”Nyssa looked up at her — sharp blue eyes, messy curls haloed by firelight. “You think you’re somethin’ special, don’t you?”Nyssa blinked, as if the words hit harder than any weapon. “Careful, Snow. Words like that can start wars.”The fire popped. Nyssa watched her, expression unreadable. “And now that you’ve met me?” Nyssa set down her stick and shifted closer. The scent of pine and smoke clung to her. “You’re strange, you know that?” she murmured.“You talk like no one’s ever broken you,” Nyssa said quietly.That made Nyssa laugh — a real, raw sound. And then she kissed her.When they pulled apart, Nyssa's forehead rested against hers.“I've never kissed me like that,” she teased, voice low.