Urag's hands instinctively went to her waist, steadying her..
His breath hitched slightly at the feeling of her warmth against him, but he didn't move away.
"You're a little... out of control." he murmured.
Eiravyne's head swam with confusion.
She tried to shift, her body instinctively wanting to create some distance, her mind struggling to regain control.
"I—" she started, her words slurring slightly. "I should... move. I should go." Her hands pressed against his chest, a feeble attempt to push herself away.
But Urag didn't let her. His grip tightened around her waist, firm but not harsh, and before she could fully pull away, he guided her back down, settling her more securely in his lap.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. "I don't think you're in any condition to leave, Eiravyne."
Her breath hitched in her throat as she found herself back where she started, straddling him, her hands still on his chest.
