<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>The knight shrugged, "Maybe . . . I'm sure it'll pass, given time."  Torven leaned forward a bit, though to have his cup refilled.  By the time he leaned back, Isulura was already behind him and kneading away.  Involuntarily, his eyes closed and he let out a barely audible sigh.  At the same time, he tried to ignore other stirrings, but the feel of his hands movig over his shoudlers, depsite the interposed fabric, made that difficult.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Isulura, but . . ." he paused, changed his mind.  He might accidentally upset her if he continued.  He was going to say she didn't have to, but knew her better.  She wouldn't, if she didn't want to, anymore at least.  It had taken a while to get her to understand tat idea, but eventually it stuck.