Being handled so easily, there wasn't fear as with masters in her past, there wasn't desperation and absolute hopelessness as when she was in the back of a wrecked wagon, frozen in time, under mountains of earth, trapt on a ship that has sunk. the fates design for her has always uneasy and shrouded to her. But he held her with care, without intent and or even a fear of his own. She'd killed for many of her masters. They knew what she was capable of. She knew which feared her by the means in which they transported her. She was liked a caged lion. But here in this moment she felt a hint of freedom.<br/><br/>Jaetta felt more inanimate that ever, Freezing in his affections. With each beck of his lips, every breath against her flesh, a fire blazed up her back, every change in his gaze, made her breath want to quicken. Her dramatic elven glass like eyes stray from his gaze unable to bare it any longer. She gasped and withdrew from him. "Yes, perhaps I could rest. My time manipulations take so much from me."<br/><br/>She lifted to her palm and looked around the cave. Seeing where he'd pulled a pelt she leaned and reached for one of her own. Her long hair fell over her little body. She pull the pelt across her lap and arched her back and removed her key in the specific way as before. It released and the clicking continued. She set it aside and came to lay a breath from him. She stared into his eyes for a moment before letting them flutter closed. Her breath easy and slow. "Goodnight."