Talia wonders about the words he mouths before he fills her with his fiery essence. She knows that the chances of conceiving this time around is slim, seeing as she should be just about ready to start another moon cycle. A gasp escapes her, a mixture of pleasure and a little bit of shock. His grip on her breasts is a bit to tight. "Sya!" When he relaxes his body, his grip on her chest loosens. She looks up to him, brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. "I love you, Sya," she says softly, sitting up enough to place a soft kiss on his lips.