Just you and me, baby

He took in another deep breath, his eyes closed, and head pillowed gently against her stomach. A place that might quickly become his favourite. The feel and scent of Ignita were grounding, and he felt more himself than he had in a while. Even the sickness was ignorable while he was like this. “Indeed” The Warlord agreed, his contented voice showing no sign of stopping as he stumbled straight into danger.

“We came to an understanding, Little Rabbit and I” He explained, thinking about the chase, the honest talk. She seemed ready and willing to join properly with the Armada. Ignita might be giving up her slave sooner than expected.