Upon hearing the Naga's reasoning for being here Xarithe nods "Well then, at least our goals are not so different that the completion of one will nullify the chance of the other...after all how much weaker can their defenses get, then being utterly crushed?" he snickers offering one final caress as the scales fall down around him. To her final comment he nods and smiles wide, happy with the training he has received, yet curious of her own.<br/><br/>Though now was not the time to focus on such matters, as Kaheksa makes her way over to his side his attention is drawn to her. The scales still covering his body begin to fade, as he offers one last flick of his serpentine tongue. (Hmm she has no scent....that's....quite odd...) he realizes though does not see a benefit of drawing attention to this fact. "Yes, she hit me pretty good...." he states casting the naga a smirk knowing full and well from whom these damages came from.<br/><br/>Xarithe, being a healer in his own right, was curious to see what means the woman would implement in the mending of his wound. Offering no resistance as she slips her hand up and under his shirt, Xarithe feels the warm press of her palm against his chest, against his wound. This sensation was soothing, though normal enough. "Yes that's it, right there seems to be the most...sore." he winces slightly to to her touch, though is soon relaxing a second later.<br/><br/>The feeling of heat against his wound was not uncommon, most magical healing produced a similar sensation at the very least. Though the sensation of her hand slipping beyond and into his very body....was something different entirely. (What could she possibly be doing down there?) he wonders as his hazel eyes slip from the dreamy look on her face, to that of his lifted tunic. Though as he thinks on this subject, focuses on the sensations of his wound, of her healing. Xarithe suddenly senses a presence just at the edge of thought....a mental intrusion of sorts, building in strength, in pressure. His confusion only rises as he focuses on this sensation...a tingle of familiarity is laced in the sensation (Kaheksa?....) he wonders... just as the presence comes crashing in. Too willingly accepting, too curious is the druid's strong mind, that his defenses all but vanish. Allowing a flood of sensation to overtake his being. Xarithe gasps as he feels for the first time what is happening. Unable to directly feel her hand, rather Xarithe is aware of both their bodies, there seemingly no stopping point, no space between them....almost as if...(Could she be...why it feels like...her very flesh has fused with mine..) he thinks unknowing if Kaheksa could hear his thoughts or not. As this sensation continues to grow Xarithe's face is forced into a wide and pleasant smile. The overwhelming sensation of joy that rushes into him (It feels.... good....but what is this feeling, this joy I feel...it's mine, and yet it isn't...could it be Kaheksa's?) he realizes as their combined feelings meld as one, Kaheksa joy at melding becoming his own. Flooding and overwhelming his own opinion, on the matter. Xarithe's body shivers before her as it seems he is reveling in the moment. His mind, locked tightly within her embrace, quivering with delight at this sensation of unity. Why where she to focus she could likely hear his thoughts, hidden deep down beneath her own emotions overtaking him (More...mmm more.....how wondrous would it feel to merge more.....) Xarithe, having lowered his defenses so much, let so much of her psyche in, was fantasizing about what his body was going through, was begging for more, having left the door wide open for his complete and utter assimilation. He knew so little of this one, had hardly just met...but after feeling this closeness, feeling her where no other being had been felt before,.... within his flesh? her flesh?,<span style="font-style: italic"> their flesh </span>...the sensation quickly becoming addicting.....Until all of a sudden,her mind and emotions rush back from his body, and his connection is cut off.<br/><br/>The same dreamy look of concentration that had been on Kaheksa's face, would be worn perfectly on his own. So in tune to her enjoyment had he become in those moments that his body language had begun to mimic her own. With a gasping, begging moan, and a shake of his head Xarithe looks to the woman with deeply crimson cheeks. "Kaheksa....I..er...that was.....thank you..so very much." he stammers uncertain of what to say. (Amazing!) his mind cries out. On one hand he wished to question her over what had just happened, to bring attention to all of what she had just done. Though the sideways shift in his gaze, as he looks over her form with new found appreciation, was evident that a part of him wished it to remain secret. Fearing how the others may respond, where they made wise to her abilities......or perhaps fearing that the others would deny him such services in the future.<br/><br/>Xarithe looks to the naga, then to the dark skinned half-elf before him, his head spinning for the naga, a holy being he had devoted his entire life to....was appealing, and yet all of a sudden he found the urge for this one to nearly rival that feeling. An urge to share and bask in that unity, to feel it again and again, on fuller and deeper levels. Xarithe blushing as he entertains the notion of how deeply she could take it....how fully they could merge.<br/><br/>The urgency to continue moving seemed to have abandoned him, for suddenly he was satisfied to simply stay by Kaheksa's side..... a satisfied smile permanently etched on his face as he re-lives the experience of her healing, again and again within his mind.<br/><br/>Xarithe<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/149759">Perception</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">23</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/149761">Will</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">9</span>  a 1 XD well.....that save couldn't have gone worse......x.x</div></div></div>