Had Caer'tais been able to hear the inner thoughts of Tayvan or the internal musings of his life experiences, she may very well have fallen in love with him just now on this loamy earth beneath her bare feet. What had come from his soul was akin to the deep and cool waters far below the surface of a vast lake where time stands still and the light of day can barely reach. It was soft, sentimental, and if she could have, she would have agreed entirely. Caer'tais was a younger version of the Timekeeper to be sure as she'd only seen two hundred years since her birth on the hidden plane. This made her still gullible and possibly too trusting though no easier to catch as it was also in her nature to disperse into misty particles at any given time. She could be fickle and faint, or strong and fierce, but right now Caer'tais was highly ensorcelled by the freed captive. It was his eyes that had slipped the nail into one side of her coffin as they swirled in a myriad of light streaks and jewel tones. It was being able to see the universe in them and perhaps even the fact that the moment had been so brief. The feeling, though waning, was still in her, her heart fluttering to the beat of a hummingbird's wings.<br/><br/>She did not move her diminutive form to help him rise. She watched with impassive curiosity still, her long-fingered hands resting against her thighs now. Sapphires flickered over his body like dancing fairies, landing on each ripple of muscle that twitched in response to his mind's command as he tried to find his footing. She did not move either when he swayed after being restricted for so long, watching as his atrophied muscles sang in harmony at being used once again. Caer'tais did not help because you did not cut a struggling butterfly free from it's cocoon. The struggle of it's release was what put the necessary blood into it's wings to take flight and this was no ordinary butterfly and thus needed her help not at all.<br/><br/>Her reward was the pantherine grace that responded to his perfect limbs as he moved toward her with purpose and intent. She was not afraid. Again, little Nephelai kitty she was, ever curious as to what he would do next, cocking her own head to regard his movements though that gesture was slight and barely evident. Then a smile bore on her features that touched her eyes when she felt the welcome hot breath to warm her cool skin as he practically loomed over her, both in power and physical form. The feeling that came from that closeness was one of security, however inconceivable it was, as if he had reached his hands into her soul and plucked out a little string to wrap around his finger. She could feel it tugging the way his magic had called to hers, teasing it forth. But now at this closeness the magics were pressing against one another, joining one another, experiencing one another before his hand even reached to touch her face. Sapphires became immediately hidden as his warmth actually made contact, lids drawing over her sight in order to allow her to relish the feel of his touch. The physical feeling was delicious and captivating and his words were still swirling in her addled brain. She made no movement to flee and allowed him to "borrow" whatever he saw fit though her self preservation had not left entirely and she was still cognizant enough to disperse if he threatened her. A little bell sounded in the back of her brain, reminding her that he had promised not to enslave or brutalize her and so did not fear him for knowing what a broken oath could do to one of his kind. It brought her enough peace to truly be set free and enjoy the moment of this embrace.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered open again to see the dark swirls of his boring down into her own quiet pools of reflection. He was manipulating her body and she was allowing him to for not only had she not experienced the touch of another in several decades, but she had never received the touch of another like this. He was calculating and hungry and her power seemed infinite as he sipped from it, lapping at the cool giving nature of it, suckling it into his own as it began to revive and refresh him body and mind. Then his lips connected with hers and teased hers apart for him so that his magic was not the only thing lapping and suckling within her. Her own hands moved to travel from his chest to his sides, smearing the still seeping blood across his wounds as they tread. But then he became hungrier at the soft magic healing him and she could feel him pulling more than she was willing to give, nearly gulping her calming and healing presence in greed and it reminded her of the earlier man she had met.<br/><br/>Caer'tais pulled from him, silver strands of silken hair spun still in his hands like spidersilk, white lashes blinking slow across the blue expanse of her gaze. Her voice was soft as she spoke to him in the quiet glade, the only sound the occasional drop of water dripping from the branches and the sound of their breath mingling. Her mouth was still not far from his as she spoke, allowing small puffs of her breath to wash over his lips.<br/><br/>"I am not yours, Tayvan Frey, as I am noone's. And you are far too powerful to feed on me long, though I am wont to be your sweet honeysuckle should you like the occasional drink of my nectar." And to that she added the smallest of smiles and a hint of coruscating starlight streaked across her sky blue gaze as she awaited his response. Of course she had been referring to her power, but it was unclear if there were a second meaning hidden underneath in a cavern of deeper desires.