It was almost as if that searing, burning, white heat had brought some clarity to her confused mind. Maybe it had even burned away some of that sorrow that had been aching so terribly in her chest, because she couldn't feel it anymore. Lhurriel smiled vaguely as he led her into the other room, that closed door from yesterday. The ice helped immensely - though at first it stung to have anything against her skin (she hissed, and only just managed to choke back another whimper of pain), the initial sensitivity left quickly with the skin of ice to chill her skin.<br/><br/>With her entire lower back fair aching, it was hard to find a comfortable position that didn't stretch her lower back. Finally, Lhurriel let Amron lower her into a divan, and she lay on her stomach. She smiled (painfully) and thanked him, but before he left she pulled gently at the collar of his shirt, planting a solid, wanting kiss over his mouth.<br/><br/>"I am fair tempted, but I would have some time for thought on the matter," she murmured. "Raymond knows where I am, but I've to decide if there are more pressing claims to my time - business in the District, yet unfinished. As much as I would like to remain, Amron," she added, releasing him, her eyes not leaving his. Then she shifted so she could open the book. "I will see you after your meeting is finished, Lord of Thieves."