A feeling has seeped into her veins. It is warm and foriegn, and it equally terrifies and exhilrates her. As they part for a second time, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, panting but satisified, she can feel it settle within her gut. As her lover leans into their embrace, Thorne closes her eyes with a contented sigh, breathing in the maiden's scent and letting it fill her up with elation. Absent-mindedly, she aims to gently nibble the tip of the women's ear, staring off into the distance. As the day grew brighter, responsibilties would draw them back into reality, if hunger or thirst did not first. But for the moment, they were the only ones in existence, designed by the universe for each other. This turn of events was a pleasant surprise. A very pleasant surprise. She'd come to make something for herself. To fix what had shattered within her and fashion something durable out of the retrieved pieces. And she still intented to, but healing didn't have to be done alone, and perhaps the process had already begun. Perhaps this warm, all encompassing sensation was her heart slowly beginning to mend. As the sun rose, Thorne glanced at the women curled beside her and uttered a soft "Thankyou". She spoke so quietly that she was unsure if Eislief had heard it, and she didn't eleborate. Somehow, the word seemed enough. speech action

Eisleif closed her eyes peacefully, resting her head on Thorne’s flank. She sighed contentedly as the woman nibbled her ear softly. A soft smile settled over her maw and she felt compelled to drift into sleep. Thorne seemed to settle beside her, surely as satisfied as Eisleif felt. As the sun’s light played on her white and black fur the Finnvi felt herself drifting into a state of sleep and she wasn’t sure if she heard Thorne’s quiet whispers or not. She opened the bright blue eye closest to the sorrel woman. She raised her brow curiously, but preserved the silence. She smiled with a bit more awareness as she reached up to nuzzle Thorne sweetly. She wouldn’t think about future endeavors just yet, dreams of their breathtaking night came first. She let her head fall back onto Thorne’s side. They should be safe there for the few hours she would sleep. Hopefully her nymph did not disappear back into the lake before then. ""