She feels good in his arms, a weight he can easily bare these days. Oh he's no warrior, not prone to great strengths but Liaran had always made sure to keep himself strong enough. A mage could be over reliant on their abilities in magic, but magic could fail even the best. Being able to throw a solid punch was just being wise, having common sense.

It also has this benefit, which is quite the excellent one, even as she pokes at him, Liaran twitching a little at the way she kisses his ears. She knows they're sensitive, the minx and he huffs softly, more amused than annoyed.

"Isetriel. I'm sure you have a lot to do tomorrow." He's careful as he sets her down on the bed, adjusting her towel to cover her a little better before he sits next to her, hand still on her side. "No longer nine or not, you still need your sleep."