Aeryn tries to fight for control, but it slips through her mental fingers as her body simply cuts her mind out of the loop and moves as it will.  She tenses, then more as her movements speed, the grip a the back of Xen's head becomes fingers twisting in hair, the tension becomes an almost literal lockup of muscles as she begins to quiver, then tremble, then whole body shudders, one, two, three of them roll through her from toes to head.<br/><br/>"Xen."  Not a scream, not a whisper, a softly whimpered word as she releases with a spasmodic clench of the arm around the elven woman's back, the hand at the back of her head, then the Healer sags back onto the cot, her eyes rolled up in her head.  But she is not quite out of it.  She still holds the barbarian loosely, still keeps one leg angled and braced as the copper skinned woman moves against the thigh.