Sleeping so unrestrained against Qatrand had been the closest thing to drowning in a deep, boldly felt 'contentment' that Elua had ever voluntarily submitted herself to. Bare limbs, torsos, and spirits tangled together… she did not remember even deciding to fall asleep. One moment she was syncing her heartbeat with that of her beloved, the next a hand was stroking her neck as light filtered into the guest wing bedroom. A choice made because sleeping so naked and *adult* like they were now, but in the room she grew up in, just didn't feel right!
"Hello again, my wife."
