She has been wanting to tell him that for so long, almost guilty for never having done so. Of course, she had alluded to it a few times, tried to start something between them even knowing the futility of it. Yet here they are, so far from the Free Marches and within the confines of her own quarters, leader of a massive movement where she has been so scared. But now? She feels she could rule all of Thedas, having renewed strength that only Liaran could provide.

Isetriel's own attention goes blurry in the kiss, suddenly finding herself against the wall and pinned by the taller elf. It's exciting, unexpected, and she shivers in anticipation to realizing what it implies, what that prodding need confined in his trousers promises. Her hips roll into his, eager and wanting while she bears her throat to him and his incredible kisses. Isetriel moans, gasping when his lips drift over a sensitive nerve.

"Ah... I could have waited an eternity." She's breathless, helpless to his intentions yet hoping he continues with this newfound passion, finding she rather enjoys this side of him.

"I wanted so much to write you personally, to tell you how terribly I missed you, but I-- Ah..."

She speaks between his gestures, finding it hard to focus where a moan interrupts her often.

"Fenedhis, I want you, Liaran. I need you now."