Her words about 'The court's rules,' hung around inside Ylrid's head for but a moment. There was more to worry about, more pressing matters at the moment. It seemed that Eira had similar thoughts, and as she made her suggestion Ylrid did as she said and followed her. Silence over took them for the miles that the trip required, flying would have been so much faster but it would also have defeated the purpose of not getting caught.<br/><br/>As he saw the small cottage Ylrid smiled, her choice much better then his own, and while with his choice they likely would have been done by this point, there would have been no where dry for them to get back to without being seen. He headed inside to take a look as Eira made them a fire, the sound of the rain on the rooftop uneven in nature, but that was nothing new. The lightning outside did nothing to disturb his thoughts, it was his element, he had nothing at all to fear from it, even in this form.<br/><br/>Needed to be free from his clothes the soaking male slowly peeled off his top, followed by his boots and pants. He was left down to his boxers and even those were soaked. Considering the passion flowing between the two he assumed taking those off as well would be appropriate, but he also assumed it might make him look desperate if he took them off too fast. "The space is perfect Eira," he responded calmly. He approached her from behind, his body close to her own leaving the pile of wet clothes on the floor. His hands gently found her shoulders, as his finger tips slowly trailed down her arms, despite the clothing, and during this his lips met the left side of her neck. Gently at first, he wanted to gauge whether she would tell him to stop as he trailed kisses along her neck to her collarbone. His fingers eventually found her own and invited her to hold his hands.