"Yes," Gwendolyn chuckled, "let's give poor Kyrion time to recover." She was indeed sore-- she ached a bit between her legs. But oddly, it was an ache she was proud of; one that spoke to the love they shared and how they were able to celebrate it. She knew she needed to see a cleric before they indulged again, but a part of her wondered if they couldn't get away with it one last time.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn hummed as Cameron ran a soothing hand down her side. "You know, my love, that you can confide anything in me, right? When days like today weigh heavy on you, I want you to talk with me."