Fingers traced lazy patterns on the smaller cultivator's back, as a certain blonde rested her chin on her wife's little shoulder. Elua had shifted and laid on top of her as they tried winding down to sleep. With one arm locked underneath the taller teen's armpit and the other laying against her husband-wife's face.
Qatrand could feel the girl's breath directly on the same spot she had been 'marked'. While the Yecine may have been a little uncertain if this had been the past about why such a display might be necessary, there had been a number of things lately that explained it quite well to her.
'My feelings when I saw the handprint that ichor left on her face… and how it made me feel like others would know it was mine.'
While it was a far cry from saying it 'awoke' anything in her, she did gain new layers of understanding to some things. Including the actions of her cute wife, as impulsive as they could sometimes be.
"Will you be safe here without me?"
