How she could somehow feel him throbbing more, as if she is even more sensitive, is beyond her. Isetriel feels as though she has connected with Liaran in a way that they have melted together, became one. And, Creators, she could stay like this forever. The love she had for him has surprisingly increased ten-fold, and it is amazing to know that this man is still full of surprises after all these years. It makes her heart swell, her insides burn while her belly feels as though a bucket of ice water has been poured into it. His arms are so firm and comfortable around him, and for the first time in months she feels safe.

She misses their home, wishes they could do this again in a place they are better familiar with. While Isetriel still trembles in his grasp, she feels stable in his hold.

Liaran offers but one word, one word that seems to speak volumes of what they have just done. And she laughs, even through her tears that still flow freely from the corners of her eyes and pool at his shoulder.

"Agreed," She says, shaking her head a touch, "And you wanted to wait longer. I told you it would be perfect."