With the brunette struggling, but the swordswoman 'off-duty', that reincarnator rubbed her face once against the tall girl and pulled back. Even though it felt like pulling a nail out of her own tongue with no anesthetic.
Oddly enough, a metaphor for which she had actual past life memories. A small event of torture that was surprisingly effective at ruining her current 'mood'. Though the small cultivator vowed not to make a habit of mixing 'desire for Qat' with memories of pain and anguish.
"Your ability to trust… to accept what you cannot immediately understand from me… is one of the many things I love about you. I don't deserve it, as much as I appreciate it."
After a moment of shared silence, with neither of the pair looking toward each other because they knew they'd likely kiss and not stop until interrupted, Qat sighed.
