Hearing Shadow's chuckle rumble through his chest brought Ilia a sense of peace. She could not explain it, but her soul was still,  at rest. This was happiness. In this moment, Ilia understood why the Creator had taken everything away from her. It was to give her Shadow. A drowsy smile pulled at her lips as he pulled a blanket over the top of them both and a satisfied sigh when he kissed her forehead.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Light Illia! you couldn't even compel me to to leave you now... not even, if a whole army of trollocs were running through the city,"</span><br/><br/>She opened her heavy lids to watch him talk. Ilia couldn't help but feel sorry for everyone who had missed out on his voice. It was enthusiastic, rich, Shadow expressed so much emotion! His wondering hand left a trail of tinkles and Ilia fought against the occasional squirm as he hit a ticklish spot. Ilia's foot moved among his legs and ankles, caressing him. She'd have used her hands, but one was pinned between their bodies while the other twirled a strand of his lovely brown hair.<br/><br/>His lioness. Everyone had always seen Ilia as a pretty doll. Not very intelligent. Weak. But not Shadow. He thought of her as a lioness. And she would be one! She would be his. Had she the energy, she would have taken more from him, but for now, Ilia simply turned her face to her lover, losing herself in his lips, his smell, his embrace. At his request, Ilia embraced the source, becoming hyper aware of her body and how sensitive she truly was. Even the smallest of movement against her sent residue waves of pleasure. His calloused hand caressing her face was heaven. He was so affectionate to her. And she loved him for it. The window closed. She had completely forgotten about his trousers now dangling off the side if the tower, no doubt.<br/><br/>"Shadow, " Her own free hand came up to caress his soft lips, her eyes searching his own dark pools. "Gaidin." Momentarily Ilia wondered where the cloak had gone. Ilia smiled to herself. He was her warder.<span style="font-style: italic">Her Warder</span>. "I can't wait to see you walk onto the training yard in your green cloak." Her amusement shot through the bond at the thought. Speaking of-"I guess I can understand Luna Sedai's...erm...enthusiasm..a little better now." Color blossomed on Ilia's face.