[her breath catches in a good way, and she grins, feeling the heat in her spine, the sparks that come from where her claws dig in. there's things she could say to keep the atmosphere going, playing at it being an honor to be marked so, but impulse wins out, as it often does.]
I'd say you're threatening me with a good time.
[as long as she's intact enough to reminisce fondly afterwards.]
[She surges forward and captures Fever's bottom lip in her teeth, pressing only hard enough to draw one bead of blood, but she savors that on her tongue with a deep, velvety moan. Meanwhile, her claws finally sink past skin enough to draw more blood. But that isn't all. Now, her tail joins the fun by running around Fever before brushing up the inside of her leg from behind. The things she could do with that, she'll let Fever imagine.]
[it's confident, how she moves up to meet Demona, to kiss her back, hard and honest in her desires. the bright points of pain help press her onward, sighing softly to feel it. there will be no magical healing for anything incurred today, nothing but time and pride. and the tail that touches her, makes its own suggestions, brings up a host of filthy thoughts that Fever can keep in her heart. if only to not kill the atmosphere with undue questioning. either she'll see for herself, or she won't.
instead, she presses herself flush against the other woman, her hands coming to wander, to get the shape of Demona into her memory. her skin, her form - Fever wants to know all of her. moving from kissing her mouth to dragging lips down to her jaw, her throat, breathing in her scent.]
[Demona's skin is rough and leathery beneath Fever's touch, but devoid of any scars. The cycle of stone sleep she goes through nightly ensures that no blemishes ever last for long. Her scent is earthy, like the old mossy stones of an abandoned castle, but the moan that rises from her throat beneath Fever's lips is sweet and almost girlish.]
[she swallows a few choice words about I should make you tear my clothes off me and laughs instead, her smile something that can be felt against Demona's skin. her tone is teasing, not sincere.]
Should I have undressed before your arrival? I didn't want to presume.
[oh, it's definitely a loss to pull herself away from the other woman, but the sooner she does, the sooner she can come back. her shirt and pants are easily discarded to the side, revealing that the freckles really do run all over her. the scars she has are minimal, old and nearly transparent, nothing like the long healed marks on her face. a half second of thought, before she removes her undergarments as well.
playing at being demure doesn't strike her fancy today, after all. better to come to a partner showing her comfort in her own skin, wholly willing and eager.]
The air feels colder with Fever stepping away. Already, Demona craves to be pressed up to her, skin to skin. To that end, she peels her top off over her head. There's no bra beneath, just two perky breasts with dark purple nipples.
Likewise, when she undoes her belt and steps out of her loincloth, there are no undergarments beneath. There is also another detail Fever may soon come to notice--her anatomy isn't quite the same as a human's. Where a human would have two orifices, she only has one. The skin beneath her tail still follows a shapely curve, but the crease between starts much lower.]
[the differences are seen and noted as the half-elf's eyes blatantly look her over. curious, but frankly, the woman could have had anything underneath her clothes, and Fever's reaction would be the same - that when she steps forward to pick up where they left off, she takes a second to just admire.]
Gods, you're gorgeous.
[kissing her is slower this time, but no less hungry - her proximity, the way she grasps at the other woman, everything about Fever right now is an open invitation. there's some urgency that comes from lust, but simultaneously, they have time. if Demona's already thinking ahead to next time, Fever's going to make sure she doesn't change her mind. though one arm will be around her waist, making sure she doesn't go too far, the free hand moves up to caress her breasts, wanting to give them the equal fond attention that the rest of her has or will get.]
[Demona is admiring Fever just as openly. It's interesting to see those speckles of color that travel down her front. Gargoyles do not get sun spots, obviously.]
As are you.
[Demona savors that slow kiss, but her fingers do not stay idle. While Fever fondles her chest, an action she gives approval to vocally with another moan, her own talons explore up and down the sides of Fever's body, mapping the shape of her. When Demona's hands reach Fever's buttocks, she grips harder and pulls her cheeks apart, so that her tail can slither up to tease the soft folds between Fever's legs.]
[she's definitely slighter than the other woman, both by frame and by not being that type of warrior, as well as months on the road. still, she hopes Demona won't take that as any cue to hold back, and she's very pleased that it doesn't seem to be the case. rather the opposite, that she's eager to get started, and thankfully, so is Fever.
practically melting into Demona's touch, yielding is the best word for what she's doing, and it helps that she's felt somewhat pent up since she arrived. it also helps that she has the vivid memory of how Demona was in tearing their foes apart, the strength and grace there, the merciless conclusion of it all. deathbringer is as good a look on her as nothing at all, in Fever's eyes. the touch of Demona's tail between her legs pulls a soft groan from her, and she shifts her weight to make it that much easier.]
[Demona isn't planning to hold back at all. Her hands still grip Fever tight, but now she lets her talons start to sink into the flesh in 8 sharp pinpricks. The moment Fever shifts open, her tail begins to rub harder, with obvious intent. On a gargoyle, the clitterus is seated higher, so she starts there. She may need to be directed to get closer to her target.]
[Demona may have her in her grip, but Fever can still move some, welcoming how it increases the bright sparks of pain as she does. she raises herself up to get the right angle, and she moans in satisfaction when she gets it. if the gargoyle likes those sounds, all she has to do is earn them.
still, she shouldn't be the only one feeling pleasure, and if Demona allows, one of her hands goes down the other woman's body, so she can tease her with her hands, a brush of her thumb. she's happy to explore and try things out, but also to be directed, if Demona needs more control over the situation. it's safe, she promises.]
[Demona need not ask--not when Fever's moan more than answers the question. Bright spots of purple light up the gargoyle's high cheekbones. The rush of blood in her ears is a steady drumbeat that's getting louder, faster.]
The base of my tail... press there...
[Meanwhile, Demona leans forward to capture one of Fever's nipples between her teeth, tugging none-too-gently. At the same moment, her tail rubs ruthlessly against that same spot, eager to earn more than just moans with dual sensations of pain and pleasure. She knows from experience how the two can twist into each other to become a symphony of delight.]
[she's all too happy to have some guidance in the matter, though she almost falters, feeling both sensations as lightning to her core. with a gasp and a bitten off cry, the mixed feelings make her shiver, and pressed this close, she's sure Demona can feel it. either that or how with the attentions, she's getting wet, easing the slide between her legs.]
Yes...
[the base of her tail, though, that Fever can reach for, grasp and begin to massage with care. she badly wants to see the effect it'll have on her, to master this potential weak spot in the best potential way.]
[Fever's shiver is delicious. It's a full-bodied rush to get such a reaction from a woman so fierce and violent. Maddening in all the best ways.
But when Fever applies pressure to the base of her tail, the furnace burning at her core sparks like a solar flare. Her head tips back, releasing Fever's tit so she can let out a throaty moan. Her hips rock against Fever's body, hungry for more of that.]
Yes, harder.
[Her tail stutters as she struggles to keep control of the movements. She refuses to slow, not when she can feel how wet Fever's become. The scent of it fills her nostrils, more sweet than any flower. She have a taste of it soon.]
[there's a true joy in hearing that from Demona, and though she's a little breathless, she's smiling as she kisses the woman's neck, pressing down harder at the base of her tail and beginning to rub in firm circles. on an impulse, Fever bites over Demona's collarbone, testing to see if it feels as good for her as it does Fever.
she's wonderful, Fever thinks. she longs to give the woman more and more, to find out what makes her come undone and act on it until Demona is satisfied. and then, when lust has cooled, if they aren't utterly exhausted, then they'll see what conversation floats to the surface. if it does. there are so many things she wants to ask, wants to know, but first things first - learn her body, then her mind.]
[The answer is a resounding yes if the loud cry of pleasure that flies from Demona's lips is anything to go by. She relishes the sharp pain of teeth mixed with the delight of pressure building at the base of her tail. She can feel her muscles pulling tight through her abdomen.]
Fever... oh... yes.
[She's already close to coming undone, starved for touch as she has been for so long. But she won't be taken down alone. Her tail slides between Fever's moistened lips, and presses inward, claiming deeper territory for her own. That tip may be slender, but the base thickens quickly.]
[truly, it's as though Demona read her mind for her fantasies, and then decided to oblige her. she moans at the stretch inside her body, hips moving on reflex to try and take more than she's being given. but the faltering in her attentions doesn't last, and she returns to what she was doing - sinking her teeth into the other woman again, closer to her shoulder. her voice is breathless, but still warm.]
I've got you.
[the hand at the base of her tail presses down hard through the base of her palm before her grip twists, trying to drag more pleasure from Demona, to let it lead her to where she wants to go.
next time, she thinks, she'll take it slower, see if she can't wind her up more. but this has been brewing under her skin for a while, and while Fever takes care of herself, it's still more to have someone else there with you. makes her fairly dizzy with it, and varied wants collect into just wanting, her body holding her in this moment.]
[Her wings snap open and then immediately envelop Fever, pressing them both together as if in a leathery flesh cacoon. More desperate moans fly into the air, Fever has her on the knife's edge already. But her tail never relents. It twists inside Fever, as dextrous as any finger, keeping time to the movements of her hips, never letting up the pressure. The harder Fever presses against the nerves of her tail, the harder her tail retaliates.]
[her self control is tipping over, she feels herself getting nearer and nearer, though she's trying her utmost to outlast the other woman, to be able to bring her through it. but it's far, far harder than it would seem, wrapped up physically and mentally in her. she's trying, but sometimes trying isn't good enough, and she cracks. crests with a cry, her heart pounding in her chest, pleasure flooding her body such that for a second she feels weaker in her legs. her head, blissfully wiped of everything that is not here and now and related to her lover. even better than laying waste to all those undead.
and yet, her hand doesn't stop, because the only thought left in her mind is to bring Demona with her, make her feel exactly like this.]
[She thought it would be harder to follow such a request, to let go is not an easy thing. But under Fever's forceful touch, she doesn't find it difficult at all. Especially when such a wanton cry fills her ears. The sensation of Fever pulling tight around her, leaning heavier into her embrace as the pleasure sweeps her away, it's more than enough to take Demona along with it.
She throws her head back to cry out a sound that sits somewhere on the border of pain and pleasure. Her own muscles tremble and flex, the fire of pleasure boiling over in her core until she's practically engulfed in it. Yet, in the heat there is a numbness. A quietness. For just this fleeting space of heartbeats, the fires of rage that burn evermore in her heart is reduced to a smolder, replaced by a peaceful bliss--a feeling she has chased for so long. Who knew such a violent dame could be the one to douse her misery, if even for only a moment?
She comes down the other side of that crest, panting and shaking. Her wings are still wrapped tight around Fever. She needs the help staying upright.]
[it's no trouble at all to stay near, engulfed in her wings and catching her breath after her own climax. a bone deep satisfaction to hear Demona's sounds of pleasure, to know she wrought this on her - to know that the other woman feels good as she deserves. oh, Demona will need to catch her breath, and Fever musters her focus, hands shifting to stroke her skin soothingly, laying lingering kisses with no teeth on her. an easier coming down, a bridge between either continuing or giving the other woman a break, whatever she seems inclined to.
it's been a while, hasn't it? she doesn't know how Demona's other lovers would treat her, but Fever's here now, and she's making no moves to pull away.]
[Fever's gentle kisses startle her at first--that may be telling of what her former lover was like. Once the pleasure passes Demona expects dismissal, a return to business. But this...lingering is what she has desired so deeply she thought it buried. Fever has unearthed it like a shallow grave.
Demona clings to Fever, suddenly possessive. She wants to keep this feeling. Keep it going. Like a frightened hatchling, she's holding tighter for the fear that the moment she lets go she will lose it all again for good.]
[the reaction surprises her somewhat, but in the opposite direction of what she was potentially expecting. to have it so readily accepted and longed for, the choice is easy. like she told her - she's got her. freeing one of her hands, she brings it up to Demona's face, thumb stroking her cheekbone, and smiles.]
Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
[When Fever strokes her cheek, she'll find it wet with a stray tear. Not even Demona realizes it's there.]
Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]
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Date: 2023-11-20 09:59 pm (UTC)I'd say you're threatening me with a good time.
[as long as she's intact enough to reminisce fondly afterwards.]
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Date: 2023-11-26 08:14 pm (UTC)[She surges forward and captures Fever's bottom lip in her teeth, pressing only hard enough to draw one bead of blood, but she savors that on her tongue with a deep, velvety moan. Meanwhile, her claws finally sink past skin enough to draw more blood. But that isn't all. Now, her tail joins the fun by running around Fever before brushing up the inside of her leg from behind. The things she could do with that, she'll let Fever imagine.]
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Date: 2023-11-27 01:09 am (UTC)instead, she presses herself flush against the other woman, her hands coming to wander, to get the shape of Demona into her memory. her skin, her form - Fever wants to know all of her. moving from kissing her mouth to dragging lips down to her jaw, her throat, breathing in her scent.]
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Date: 2023-11-28 10:34 pm (UTC)You are still wearing too much.
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Date: 2023-11-29 12:55 am (UTC)Should I have undressed before your arrival? I didn't want to presume.
[oh, it's definitely a loss to pull herself away from the other woman, but the sooner she does, the sooner she can come back. her shirt and pants are easily discarded to the side, revealing that the freckles really do run all over her. the scars she has are minimal, old and nearly transparent, nothing like the long healed marks on her face. a half second of thought, before she removes her undergarments as well.
playing at being demure doesn't strike her fancy today, after all. better to come to a partner showing her comfort in her own skin, wholly willing and eager.]
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Date: 2023-12-01 04:02 am (UTC)[Now who's being presumptuous?
The air feels colder with Fever stepping away. Already, Demona craves to be pressed up to her, skin to skin. To that end, she peels her top off over her head. There's no bra beneath, just two perky breasts with dark purple nipples.
Likewise, when she undoes her belt and steps out of her loincloth, there are no undergarments beneath. There is also another detail Fever may soon come to notice--her anatomy isn't quite the same as a human's. Where a human would have two orifices, she only has one. The skin beneath her tail still follows a shapely curve, but the crease between starts much lower.]
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Date: 2023-12-02 12:27 am (UTC)Gods, you're gorgeous.
[kissing her is slower this time, but no less hungry - her proximity, the way she grasps at the other woman, everything about Fever right now is an open invitation. there's some urgency that comes from lust, but simultaneously, they have time. if Demona's already thinking ahead to next time, Fever's going to make sure she doesn't change her mind. though one arm will be around her waist, making sure she doesn't go too far, the free hand moves up to caress her breasts, wanting to give them the equal fond attention that the rest of her has or will get.]
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Date: 2023-12-03 08:18 pm (UTC)As are you.
[Demona savors that slow kiss, but her fingers do not stay idle. While Fever fondles her chest, an action she gives approval to vocally with another moan, her own talons explore up and down the sides of Fever's body, mapping the shape of her. When Demona's hands reach Fever's buttocks, she grips harder and pulls her cheeks apart, so that her tail can slither up to tease the soft folds between Fever's legs.]
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Date: 2023-12-04 02:23 am (UTC)practically melting into Demona's touch, yielding is the best word for what she's doing, and it helps that she's felt somewhat pent up since she arrived. it also helps that she has the vivid memory of how Demona was in tearing their foes apart, the strength and grace there, the merciless conclusion of it all. deathbringer is as good a look on her as nothing at all, in Fever's eyes. the touch of Demona's tail between her legs pulls a soft groan from her, and she shifts her weight to make it that much easier.]
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Date: 2023-12-10 03:59 pm (UTC)[Demona isn't planning to hold back at all. Her hands still grip Fever tight, but now she lets her talons start to sink into the flesh in 8 sharp pinpricks. The moment Fever shifts open, her tail begins to rub harder, with obvious intent. On a gargoyle, the clitterus is seated higher, so she starts there. She may need to be directed to get closer to her target.]
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Date: 2023-12-10 11:29 pm (UTC)[Demona may have her in her grip, but Fever can still move some, welcoming how it increases the bright sparks of pain as she does. she raises herself up to get the right angle, and she moans in satisfaction when she gets it. if the gargoyle likes those sounds, all she has to do is earn them.
still, she shouldn't be the only one feeling pleasure, and if Demona allows, one of her hands goes down the other woman's body, so she can tease her with her hands, a brush of her thumb. she's happy to explore and try things out, but also to be directed, if Demona needs more control over the situation. it's safe, she promises.]
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Date: 2023-12-21 03:40 am (UTC)[Demona need not ask--not when Fever's moan more than answers the question. Bright spots of purple light up the gargoyle's high cheekbones. The rush of blood in her ears is a steady drumbeat that's getting louder, faster.]
The base of my tail... press there...
[Meanwhile, Demona leans forward to capture one of Fever's nipples between her teeth, tugging none-too-gently. At the same moment, her tail rubs ruthlessly against that same spot, eager to earn more than just moans with dual sensations of pain and pleasure. She knows from experience how the two can twist into each other to become a symphony of delight.]
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Date: 2023-12-21 09:52 am (UTC)Yes...
[the base of her tail, though, that Fever can reach for, grasp and begin to massage with care. she badly wants to see the effect it'll have on her, to master this potential weak spot in the best potential way.]
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Date: 2023-12-27 03:37 am (UTC)But when Fever applies pressure to the base of her tail, the furnace burning at her core sparks like a solar flare. Her head tips back, releasing Fever's tit so she can let out a throaty moan. Her hips rock against Fever's body, hungry for more of that.]
Yes, harder.
[Her tail stutters as she struggles to keep control of the movements. She refuses to slow, not when she can feel how wet Fever's become. The scent of it fills her nostrils, more sweet than any flower. She have a taste of it soon.]
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Date: 2023-12-27 10:07 am (UTC)[there's a true joy in hearing that from Demona, and though she's a little breathless, she's smiling as she kisses the woman's neck, pressing down harder at the base of her tail and beginning to rub in firm circles. on an impulse, Fever bites over Demona's collarbone, testing to see if it feels as good for her as it does Fever.
she's wonderful, Fever thinks. she longs to give the woman more and more, to find out what makes her come undone and act on it until Demona is satisfied. and then, when lust has cooled, if they aren't utterly exhausted, then they'll see what conversation floats to the surface. if it does. there are so many things she wants to ask, wants to know, but first things first - learn her body, then her mind.]
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Date: 2024-01-03 03:53 am (UTC)Fever... oh... yes.
[She's already close to coming undone, starved for touch as she has been for so long. But she won't be taken down alone. Her tail slides between Fever's moistened lips, and presses inward, claiming deeper territory for her own. That tip may be slender, but the base thickens quickly.]
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Date: 2024-01-04 01:12 am (UTC)I've got you.
[the hand at the base of her tail presses down hard through the base of her palm before her grip twists, trying to drag more pleasure from Demona, to let it lead her to where she wants to go.
next time, she thinks, she'll take it slower, see if she can't wind her up more. but this has been brewing under her skin for a while, and while Fever takes care of herself, it's still more to have someone else there with you. makes her fairly dizzy with it, and varied wants collect into just wanting, her body holding her in this moment.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 12:07 am (UTC)[Her wings snap open and then immediately envelop Fever, pressing them both together as if in a leathery flesh cacoon. More desperate moans fly into the air, Fever has her on the knife's edge already. But her tail never relents. It twists inside Fever, as dextrous as any finger, keeping time to the movements of her hips, never letting up the pressure. The harder Fever presses against the nerves of her tail, the harder her tail retaliates.]
Darling, I'm close.
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Date: 2024-01-08 03:37 am (UTC)[her self control is tipping over, she feels herself getting nearer and nearer, though she's trying her utmost to outlast the other woman, to be able to bring her through it. but it's far, far harder than it would seem, wrapped up physically and mentally in her. she's trying, but sometimes trying isn't good enough, and she cracks. crests with a cry, her heart pounding in her chest, pleasure flooding her body such that for a second she feels weaker in her legs. her head, blissfully wiped of everything that is not here and now and related to her lover. even better than laying waste to all those undead.
and yet, her hand doesn't stop, because the only thought left in her mind is to bring Demona with her, make her feel exactly like this.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 06:09 pm (UTC)[She thought it would be harder to follow such a request, to let go is not an easy thing. But under Fever's forceful touch, she doesn't find it difficult at all. Especially when such a wanton cry fills her ears. The sensation of Fever pulling tight around her, leaning heavier into her embrace as the pleasure sweeps her away, it's more than enough to take Demona along with it.
She throws her head back to cry out a sound that sits somewhere on the border of pain and pleasure. Her own muscles tremble and flex, the fire of pleasure boiling over in her core until she's practically engulfed in it. Yet, in the heat there is a numbness. A quietness. For just this fleeting space of heartbeats, the fires of rage that burn evermore in her heart is reduced to a smolder, replaced by a peaceful bliss--a feeling she has chased for so long. Who knew such a violent dame could be the one to douse her misery, if even for only a moment?
She comes down the other side of that crest, panting and shaking. Her wings are still wrapped tight around Fever. She needs the help staying upright.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 09:55 pm (UTC)it's been a while, hasn't it? she doesn't know how Demona's other lovers would treat her, but Fever's here now, and she's making no moves to pull away.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:20 pm (UTC)Demona clings to Fever, suddenly possessive. She wants to keep this feeling. Keep it going. Like a frightened hatchling, she's holding tighter for the fear that the moment she lets go she will lose it all again for good.]
Stay... Fever, will you stay?
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Date: 2024-01-14 10:42 pm (UTC)Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
probably can fade the scene from here? Maybe we say they cuddled after.
Date: 2024-01-19 03:35 pm (UTC)Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]