Kisses were exchanged and the blue fae was given a light pat and was pointed in the direction of his-- their-- sleep chamber. Thought she was excited to be taking this step with the man beside her, Isa was also quite aware of the difficulty that this was likely putting him through. They were both older wolves and likely only had a few good years left, so they had to make the best of it. Still... if he needed time...
As they entered the chamber, Isa turned and seated herself before the giant man. Paws rose up, one resting on his chest and the other on his cheek. Brilliant, bright eyes looked deeply into his own with love and understanding. "All of this is at your pace," she informed him with her delicate, accented tones. "Never feel ashamed to tell me that you might not be ready. Never be afraid to tell me what's on your mind." A gentle, loving kiss was placed upon the brute's chin. "I'm here with you until the end, Warlord."
