The threat of never being kissed again is not very convincing, but they're both tired... her more than him... and both still filthy. She seems steady enough on her feet, for now; that can't last. That hand on his stomach feels like a promise of something to come later, after they're cleaner, after they've slept. For now, there are few pleasures like a hot bath and a hot meal after a long journey, and their journey had been longer than most.

"That licking... he doesn't usually do that. But it's been so long since I've seen him."

He heads out of her room with her, towards the showers. It's been a while since arrival, hours, so he doubts the showers will be too crowded anymore. If things had been otherwise, they would have been his first destination.

"What would you think those eyes might be? Some kind of fancy bird?"