Sing this lovesick melody

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. His forelegs wrapping around her again, pulling her tight against him while his muzzle found hers to catch her lips in increasingly deep kisses answered for him. When he did things like this it made her head spin, making her question all of her doubts and making her crave more and more. Maybe their first time hadn’t been her idea, maybe she had done it because she thought that’s what he wanted, but this time was very much from her own burning desires. It was easier to ignore the worries that it might turn out the same way it had before when all she could think about was needing Balthier to fill this need for her and put out this fire being with him sparked in her. Soon enough she felt his paws on her hips and gasped softly as he took her again, this time not as painful as the last. She savored it like it might be the last time she was able to, fully finding her own pleasures from Balthier in that moment.

-fade-

When it was all over she still laid draped across him, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly evened out into a steady rhythm again. She was afraid to look up at his face. Instead she kept her eyes closed, listening to his heart beat, pretending everything was perfect. If he felt the same regret or conflict as last time she didn’t want to know. He clearly wouldn’t tell her or let her help him with whatever it was so she decided to live in blissful ignorance—at least for now. As long as he was still willing to satisfy these cravings he sparked in her and was still willing to make her feel loved then she could be mostly content. "What do we do now, Balth?" she mused quietly after a while, one of her paws gently pulling through the fur on his chest. "What’s our next plan now that we’ve left Abaven?"

"Azzurra"