What is a legacy

With one final cry of ecstasy, she and Art both reached the highest points of pleasure and they collapsed into the mattress with heavy panting and floaty grins. No matter how many hundreds or thousands of times she had been with her husband like this it never lost any of its luster or intensity. She was more than happy to settle into Art's embrace with a breathless hum, her eyes fluttering closed while she caught her breath and tenderly nuzzled into his chest. It was always her favorite way to unwind at the end of a long day and with a seemingly endless list of stresses and concerns around them it was important now more than ever that they take the time where they could.

As they cuddled together in the quiet of their room, eventually Artorias' quiet voice pulled her attention back up to his face, making her blink her eyes back into focus to see him clearly. Her turquoise gaze found the familiar fiery orange of his and she gave him a little smile and a curious tip of her head to his question. "You know better than to have to ask..." she chastised him playfully, tipping her muzzle up to swipe a quick, affectionate lick over his chin. She knew how heavily Art let things weigh on his mind and she had always been more than happy to be his sounding board or voice of reason whenever he needed it. "What's on your mind, darling...?" she questioned, her voice keeping the same hushed tone as his.

"Artorias & Briar"