As the Nightmare-turned-Memory faded from view and Crow turned to face Fireteam Silent with a tired, but confident posture, Khalom felt warmth blossom in her chest like a well thrown Solar grenade. With a big, stupid grin, she bounded over to him, tossing her helmet aside so that he could see just how proud she was of him, and wrapped her arms around him. His golden eyes met her icy blue ones and his smile grew to match her own, laughing as she began to spin them both around in her excitement.
Then, in what felt like the most natural, easy thing in the world, Khalom leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
There's a brief moment where, in this room deep within the Leviathan, it's just her and Crow, and the immense feeling of triumph and hope that these Nightmares could be turned into something far more powerful and a force for good.
And then she realized she was kissing Crow.
She pulled back with a startled squawk, eyes wide. Crow is staring back at her with a quizzical expression on his face.
"Are you two finished?" Came the bemused voice of Eris Morn over the comms.
"I uh–" she stammered, feeling her face heat up.
Crow raised a brow.
"I-I'll see you on the HELM!" And without waiting another moment, Khalom transmated back to her ship.