[ Despite her best wishes, her eyes flutter shut as his fingers return to her collarbone and just slightly below it. Her head turns in order for her to brush her cheek and nose along his chest affectionately. There are no intentions in stopping their important conversation. Although, she would be lying to herself if she did not wish that they might be close as they had been all those days ago after the Conference. Even with that idea in mind, she scolds herself, as they are quite a long way from Ishgard and there is a battle to be fought in the morning.

A content and pleased sigh escapes her without her notice as well. ]

Reports are different than retellings, my love. [ She decides to keep her eyes shut for now, enjoying his touch and trying to press down the shivers her body wishes to respond with. ] And, I imagine that Alphinaud had left out more distressing details.

[ Her head turns once more to press a kiss to his chest, as if she might sense his guilt. The fingers at her side caress his to ease him. ]

Then, my knight must certainly find me on the battlefield. [ The ears atop her head droop only slightly. ] I... had worried about what you would think of it all. The injury, the scar, how I managed it. [ Finally, her darkened eyes open to give him a smile. The smile itself has a hint of nervousness to it, and a dash of flirtation underneath it. ] Including the scars on my face, I may yet catch up to you.