She leans in against him, replying, after the shock of seeing him split fades, "Kamariel would complain if she received the same power that you have, that it was not enough. She will never be fully satisfied." The drow strokes his hair, lightly, in return, smiling. "Better. You had me worried." She was wearing the same robes she normally wore; thin, but hardly revealing, merely suggesting at her form where it clings to her curves.