Lithelle wakes up to the smell of food...it was strange. The woman always woke up to a lone bed, and never ..ever to the smell of food. She sniffs the air before her eyes open and she remembers where she is, a smile curls over her thin young lips. She opens an eye and reaches out for the warm body of the Dunmer....and she is disappointed. She opens both eyes to an empty bed and sighs for a moment. After adjusting to the low light and relative cold of the bedroom without another body  (even a cold one) she rises and stretches, placing both her feet on the cold floor . With tremendous effort she rises to her feet and slowly treks towards the smell of the food.<br/><br/>Her mouth starts to water as she smells the combination of diced onions and potatoes....her favorite.  She'd care very little what else was involved in the morning..but the smell of onions and potatoes was enough to make her morning delightful. Well mostly. There was that whole issue with possibly carrying a undead woman's child...but that was neither here nor there. Onions and potatoes were cooking and soon they'd be in her stomach...so everything else...was just ...everything else. The bosmer  loved food. It was her only weakness ( and maybe sex with the Bosemer..)- and she ran and and worked so much she'd never have to worry about gaining a pound. Lithelle pads to the kitchen, naked as the day she was born with only a sheet covering her body as she wipes the sleep from her eyes. Her lean bronzed and tattooed body warms slightly as she gives a happy "hmmm' sound when the warmth of the room welcomes her.<br/><br/>She smiles at Kalith, not saying a word. Instead she shuffles over to the other woman and kisses her on the forehead, offering a very quiet "Thankyou." She had intended just to offer the soft kiss and head to the table...but Kalith smelled ..like Kalith, and thus warranted more.  Lithelle reaches her spindly arms out and pulls Kalith into a hug, clinging tight to the Bosmer. Suddenly images of last night flood her mind and she wants more of their little interlude. To in Kalith down even...and do a slew of things she -never- thought she'd have the desire to do to anyone. But as she stands in the kitchen, clothed in only a sheet ,it takes everything in her not to push Kalith on to the table and ride her like a Whiterun Pony.  She restrains her self and instead relinquishes her hug to pad over to the table and take a seat. It hurts for a moment to sit, a definite reminder of last nights 'acrobatics'...but it's a pain she's confident will be worse by the time  the morning is done, and she is more then fine with that.<br/><br/>" You should have woken me.." she yawns groggily, emptying some water from a near by picture and pouring her self a mug.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>