[ She gives a nod to his statement. He has already come so far since they've first met--and it has only been a handful off weeks. He refused to even consider his vampiric nature before hand, and now he is at least willingly taking some blood from her. If he only eats this way from now on? She will be content in that.
Lantaa follows his guiding without question. She turns so that her side is pressing against his front. As long as most of herself is touching him, then, she will be fine and the contact will be enough. Especially as he still holds her hand in one, and his fingers begin moving along her arm, hip, then thigh. A gentle content sound leaves her as she rubs her cheek into his shoulder. ]
You're welcome, Aymeric.
[ She smiles as her eyes drift close. Her ears droop lazily, and her tail begins to sway side to side slowly. How does she feel? Rather, how honest should she be? Given his nature as a knight of the Holy See of Ishgard, she rather doubts he would wish to be wanton as Miqo'te seems to be. She instead rubs her cheek against his shoulder once more as her fingers trace small patterns along his nightshirt. ]
I'm fine.
[ After all, you took so much less than the first time...
Then again, he was direly wounded the previous time he fed from her. Perhaps it is different now because he had eaten most of the rat before hand. Something tells her that perhaps he did not have his fill... but she would rather not push how comfortable he is with the idea of feeding from her. She would much rather continue to trace along his shirt with the tips of her fingers and have his own brisk along her skin. Although, she does allow her hip to shift so that more of her thigh is open to his fingers. ]
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Lantaa follows his guiding without question. She turns so that her side is pressing against his front. As long as most of herself is touching him, then, she will be fine and the contact will be enough. Especially as he still holds her hand in one, and his fingers begin moving along her arm, hip, then thigh. A gentle content sound leaves her as she rubs her cheek into his shoulder. ]
You're welcome, Aymeric.
[ She smiles as her eyes drift close. Her ears droop lazily, and her tail begins to sway side to side slowly. How does she feel? Rather, how honest should she be? Given his nature as a knight of the Holy See of Ishgard, she rather doubts he would wish to be wanton as Miqo'te seems to be. She instead rubs her cheek against his shoulder once more as her fingers trace small patterns along his nightshirt. ]
I'm fine.
[ After all, you took so much less than the first time...
Then again, he was direly wounded the previous time he fed from her. Perhaps it is different now because he had eaten most of the rat before hand. Something tells her that perhaps he did not have his fill... but she would rather not push how comfortable he is with the idea of feeding from her. She would much rather continue to trace along his shirt with the tips of her fingers and have his own brisk along her skin. Although, she does allow her hip to shift so that more of her thigh is open to his fingers. ]