[ There is much they still have to learn of one another, and yet her heart has already decided it belongs to him. Their full range of likes and dislikes, childhood details, even the knowledge of each other's trades. She wishes to know more of his childhood and the Borels. They, in her mind, are his true family. Thordan may have been father by blood, but surely it was not he who cared for Aymeric when he was sick or of a hesitant heart. She would know more of the two that instilled their love of Ishgard into the man she is now in bed with. A later time, for certain, but she can only wish they would have nights where they could speak endlessly.
She presses a kiss to his jaw between each breath. Her ears raise slightly at his statement. The kisses pause so she might turn her eyes upwards to him again. The mind could run wild with such a question and yet she does her best to quiet it. ]
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She presses a kiss to his jaw between each breath. Her ears raise slightly at his statement. The kisses pause so she might turn her eyes upwards to him again. The mind could run wild with such a question and yet she does her best to quiet it. ]
Yes? What might that be?