The complete, heavy, full-body fall of a woman who had used up her reserves and was returning to the ground with the specific, invested weight of someone who had been somewhere significant.
He looked at her.
The Eye of Truth: Impregnation confirmed. Projected gestation: one month. Cultivation potential: exceptional. Void Return bloodline foundation + dual cultivation transfer energy = compound advantage.
He noted this.
Filed it.
He looked at her expression.
The amber eyes — half-open, looking at the stars, the specific, absent, genuinely-present quality of someone who was not asleep and was not entirely awake but was existing in the warm, settled territory between.
Her mouth was still open.
"Hnnng... Aahngg... Haahhh..."
The small, continuous, unintentional sound she was making was very soft.
He looked at her.
He placed his hands on her hips.
And turned her.
