[ Y'tajha sighs her content into his kiss, and her arms tighten around him as she returns it, the fingers of one hand stroking up and into his hair to tease across his scalp. While she cannot give up her destiny or her dream for him, what she can do is give him the her that's here right now, right now and every other time she visits him until the day the threats are over and she can stay for good.

He murmurs words against her lips, and the miqo'te breaks the kiss just slightly to peer up at him, her mismatched eyes crinkled in tender amusement. ]

Mm, make myself comfortable? But ser, I do believe I am already quite as comfortable as a woman can be. Unless you would prove me wrong?

[ As if to heighten her point, Y'tajha's free hand creeps around Haurchefant's back, dipping to run over his behind as she smiles, an innocent expression on her face completely incongruent with the way she gropes him so openly. ]