"Yes," Ankerita answered from her place nearby. Her slim, elegant body was half-submerged, the water lapping gently at the undersides of her small, high breasts. The steam rose from her shoulders in delicate ribbons, making her skin glow with a soft, refined light that suited her trim frame.
"Because Jake freed him," Maudlina continued. She shifted slightly, and the movement caused the water to lap higher against the full, heavy curves of her breasts.
Droplets slid down the inner slopes, catching the light as they fell.
"After all those centuries, someone came along and did the thing he'd been waiting for."
"Yes."
"That's—" Maudlina paused, searching for the right word, her golden eyes half-lidded with the heat. "—kind. In a very final kind of way."
Nobody disagreed.
