Kysanni still looked distrustful. "But... a demon? Amara, if you'd asked, I could have... helped you. I... I could have... helped you... like this," she says, slowly drawing closer to the pair, a slightly glazed look in her eyes as the circlet on Amara's head grows faintly warmer. Kysanni wraps her arms around Amara, and draws her into a kiss, pressing their bodies together, as one hand slips down to her legs, rubbing her around the thrusting tail.