For a few moments, as Arc was lifted onto the bed, she felt her lightness as a person.
It made her feel mortal. That she could, at any moment, fall or be crushed beneath Owyn's weight. It made her feel frail, even though she could sense Owyn's intense focus on not hurting her...
But part of her wanted to be hurt. Part of her wanted someone who would punish her for failing to be mother to the dragon she'd barely gotten to know... but she also knew that Owyn was not that person.
So instead, she let herself into her foremost craving. The desire for comfort.
The desire to put death as far away from herself as possible, and to feel alive.
And because she was naked and he was not, she pulled his hospital gown towards herself, and he let it slide off his shoulders, revealing parts of him that were growing hide-like and black-scaled, mostly running along his clavicles and across his shoulders. His draconic transformations aroused her in a way she didn't expect...
