[ They continue to trail along his hand, wrist, and lower arm even once it has pulled back to rest on his chin in thought. A small huff forms in her gaze at the loss of his touch but it is never verbalized. Their conversation has fate more importance at the moment! Even if his caresses leave her knees feeling week and where he touched feeling light.

Her other hand moves to the one at the small of her back. Then, she gently guides it to the long scar at her side. ]

Someday, they will need to learn it. [ Eorzea as a whole she means. She glances down at their hands on her side. ] Thisru and I have fought him twice before, but I imagine this will be the hardest encounter. We didn't have waves of soldiers between us and him, nor an occupied city.

[ Her eyes raze to his. Despite her best attempts, the mint green eyes have darkened very so slightly thanks to his touches. She does not push or ask for more. She only wishes to communicate in a look what his touch can do to her--and she has no issue or qualm about it. ]

I'm certain you read the reports of the attack to Rhalgr's Reach after it happened. His forces overwhelmed the resistance... and Thisru and I stepped in the fight to stop him. He overwhelmed us that first time. B-but, if I hadn't stepped in, then he would have killed Thisru...

[ The hand at her side with his clutches onto his then. ]

Alphinaud tended to me and did a fine job for an archanist; he truly needed little guidance.