The storm they created together had been shorted than the first time together, but then he suspected that such marathons would be the exceptions rather than the norms.  But it was never about the length of time they spent together, but how much emotion and energy they put into that time.  And in that regards, the storm around them was a pale and distant second to the pair.<br/><br/>Laying where he could watch the storm over the harbor, his left hand reached up brush the large fingers through her rain-soaked hair gently and carefully, avoiding tangling his claws in the pale mane.  He had never understood the fascination with hair from other species but now that he's had the opportunity to play with Zya's he was a convert and always looking for an opportunity to run his fingers through his elf's hair.<br/><br/>There was a smirk on his lips thinking about the unexpected journey that brought them to this point.  From finding each other imprisoned and nude in an old tower to the first wild night together and many nights since to laying here in a storm heedless of the heavy droplets falling from the sky, the gods had certainly laid a twisted path that no one would have ever suspected.  Inevitably they would have to leave and rejoin the others and continue on their journey, but for now he was content to remain here for a few more hours still, listening to the voice of the storm before heading down and dealing with the noble that had upset their fighter so much.