"Oh?" And it's followed by a thoughtful, fluttering hum as if she has to consider a grave decision. Their nest is temporary, this bliss secure in her memory for all time. That should be more than enough should it not? The room is growing brighter with daylight. The candles burned down, wax spread over the brass and the more costly oil lamps empty. For now the remains of their bath keeps everything fragrant.

His eyelashes are long enough that she can only see his eyelids move. "I am hungry, not near so much as you." Her voice is soft with a humor. "Shall we see what they have downstairs?"

If they start to play again she might not leave Temeria for days. The want, the thrill is deep. Would so much indulgence sate his appetite completely after? Her finger gently cease their motion and she sits up to press kisses to his eyelids.