Sheira wasn't totally innocent and naive. She'd heard the fireside gossip among the wives of her birth clan and the tales spun in hushed and giggled whispers about the things that could go on in the dark. She had some concept of what it meant to be a bed wife even if it hadn't been totally spelled out for her in the time it took to get her from her old clan to here. Still she felt a blush creep into her cheeks at having it explained to her in such blunt ways what she was to do and be. Still, she wasn't so shocked to forget the lesson learned early about responding to the head of her clan when questioned and she gave a short nod. "I understand."<br/><br/>The kiss that came then caught her by surprise. She gasp hands coming up instinctively in search of something to cling to, heat rising up her chest and face at the sudden passion. She'd been so consumed by her studies to be an herb wife she'd not spent much time around men, certainly not enough to experiment with passion. When the kiss broke she found herself a little out of breath and more than a little off balance. "...yes... okay. But um... where?" She didn't know where his chambers were and right then she was more than a little too flustered to be searching them out.