Tracing patterns across a strongly defined set of muscles, laying lazily along the bare chest that her husband-wife held her to… Elua finally stilled when she felt a shift in the quality of attention. A change from the warm and protective 'contentment' that had been flooding through the somewhat calm tendrils ever since the reincarnator came back to more coherent thought. Altering toward something with more edges and feelings to it.
'Ah. She's thinking about it.'
The swordswoman was quiet for a long while even then. Building up the rough shape of something that Qatrand already knew existed in her head, especially now after seeing El again… but hadn't found the correct approach for quite yet. Her wife could have teased, or asked, or offered without allowing the delay. But in her head, she had just been given something extraordinary - and the least she could do was let her precious gem arrive at the words on her own.
"I want to try."
