Cairn nodded in some sympathy.  "Sensitivity to light, your hearing is distorted, oh yeah, I've seen that before, the Cunning Man in my village would get headaches like that when he did some major conjuring."<br/><br/>The trooper snuggled close, but not quite touching.  She carefully slipped a hand between the back of the sorcers's neck and the mattress, powerful fingers closed gently, began to massage the base of the skull, the back of the neck.  "This can make the pain worse, sometimes.  Tell me and I will stop at once."  She laid three fingertips of her other hand on Chloe's forehead, began massaging in slow circles, moving back and forth across the skin from eyebrows to hairline.  She listend and watched, nodding to herself ss the other woman's breathing slowed, deepened.<br/><br/>"Good, good. Relax, just relax."  Gentle pressure of fingers and thumb on the cheekboes, firm touch along the sides of the face, along the jawlines.<br/><br/>"Just rest.  Just rest.  Sethi is outside, Titan is next door, and then there's me.  Nobody will get past us.  Relax."<br/><br/>Relax?  That was a good one.  Cairn wasn't relaxed.  Well, she wasn't on the edge of violence that was relaxation fo a sort.  But, the woman next to her, a fit body, for a scholarly type.  A womanly body... except for that alluring member at her loins.  And, and a woman's tunnel and soft folds, just beneath it?  The sorceress had implied such.<br/><br/>Maybe Cairn was about to find out.<br/>