Vyre shook her head and smiled a little, but she was starting to look rather uncomfortable.<span style="color: #a64dff">“When I say you’re mine I don’t mean like a pet. You are… my friend, my partner in crime, you are free to come and go as you please but I will always be there for you. I am yours as much as you are mine. I had no plans on getting in your pants any time soon, I know what I did and I understand there are consequences. I accept them but I still want to be near you. You calm me down and I don’t have to worry about you judging me or questioning me.” </span>Unlike before, it would take a bit of effort to move Vyre but the Elf wasn’t holding the kiss. When she finally moved back she seemed to be sweating and crawled off of Inaara.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “I think you’ll find love whether you want it or not. I used to be the same way… I didn’t want to fall in love again, then Ibara landed in my lap… and I tried to fight those feelings and- and you know what happened in Silvermoon. You’re still a pretty lousy kisser.”</span>She offered Inaara a playful grin and started to stand up just for her knees to nearly buckle.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I guess I’m still a little drunk.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>