Delithia was like putty in Order’s hands, letting the Eternal move her any way she wanted but the priestess kept her mouth glued to its prize.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I never forgot how delicious you were. Or how much I needed your touch.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff9999">“This is why I don’t drink anymore. I say and do things I need to keep buried. Now you’re mad at me and hurting because… because I was stupid and let my guard down. The’kal and her priestesses haven’t been back since they gave us those supplies and apologized. I don’t think you’re being judged anymore.”</span>She sat her still full glass of water down and started to clean up her mess.<span style="color: #ff9999">“You wouldn’t be the first person to throw me out when they found someone else. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just having a backup plan.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>