Slow and Steady Wins the Race

As soon as Ysmir nodded to her question she felt a nervous, excited clench in her core. She was going to do this. They were finally going to do this. There wasn't an issue with taking their time and moving at their own pace, but she almost felt like this was her newest challenge, her latest way to prove to herself that she could over come her insecurities. She was nervous about not knowing what to do, she was nervous that she wouldn't be any good at it, she was nervous that Ysmir wouldn't like being with her, but... When Ysmir stood and offered her a paw to help her up she still stood to join him with a shy grin. She desperately wanted to show him how much he meant to her and how deeply she trusted him and she couldn't think of a better way to do that than this.

She tipped her head up to leave one more soft kiss on his lips before she turned to walk with him into the castle, taking the familiar path up the stairs to the second floor and down the corridor to her room. Luckily it didn't sound like anyone else was up here yet so they had the Carpathius wing to themselves for the time being. She knew from experience of living around her siblings that the walls and doors in the castle were fairly thick and would block most sounds, but it was just one more thing she was self conscious about that she could find a little bit of relief in. She glanced back at him over her shoulder with a little smile as she pushed open the door, revealing the familiar, cozy former library within. Since the infirmary had become much more fleshed out and functional over the last year or so, she had moved out the small beds that had been set up in the middle of the floor for potential patients. Now there was just a plush rug spread over the middle of the room to make it a bit more homey. Her usual "bed" was made up of the thin window seat under the large window that dominated one wall.

That was slightly unfortunate for this current situation, but she hadn't really thought this far ahead. She had been following her instincts and desires instead of her logic when she invited him up here. Her ears flicked with a bit of embarrassment as she pushed the door closed behind him with a soft click of the latch, leaving them alone and secluded in her quiet room. "Um... We could pull some of the furs off of my bed for now if you want," she offered with a shy smile, as uncertain as she was eager. There was an awkwardness she didn't really know how to overcome as she stood uncertainly in front of him, eventually just looking up to him for some kind of guidance. She didn't think he was any more experienced in this than she was, but it felt natural to lean on him when she didn't know what else to do. He was her guiding light and her motivation when her own doubts and irrational fears got in the way and when she turned her gaze up to meet his she looked at him with unwavering trust and love and a silent plea for him to guide her through this.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"