He's moving her fast enough that she doesn't have time or inclination to really think, instead simply reacting and following his lead and finding herself thrilled by the whole experience. She's tossed to and fro, pulled in pushed out, tossed up, all against this mashup of what the stones dictate their inner music is. It's an other-worldy experience and Fareeha has no other choice than to hang on and enjoy the ride.

And enjoy it she does. She's smiling wide, laughing when the mood strikes her, and letting him take her away when the music hits its darker strains. If she's honest with herself, she hasn't felt this light joyful for a long while.

When the tones die down and the beat fades away into the air, she's left panting as well, hands on his shoulders, looking down at him and looking grateful. Words seem to escape her for the moment, between the experience and the excursion, but her gratitude is clear.