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Had the wall not stopped the boil from retreating then her hand tightening upon his arm certainly would have. "It's simple," she crooned, closing what little space still remained between them, the length of her body barely an inch from his own. "My Sharra adores you, any fool can see this, and I would do much to keep my beloved happy."

She was playing in his curls now with those water protected fingers, but the water slid away with a thought, leaving henna kissed skin cool and dry as they stroked along the side of his face. Glimmering eyes of cerulean fire holding the fae's gaze.

"I can meet it." The assurance was a whisper. She waited, unsure of exactly what would come next, but knowing, deep down at the back of her mind, that she was dealing in risky circumstances.

At first Hadiyya didn't really feel all that different, though her gaze did drop to his hand where warm fingers closed around the coolness of her wrist. That one small action inspiring far more interest then it really should. She blinked, focused upon that contrast between dark and light skin, then rolled here eyes up to meet his own as he issued his warning. It had her hand falling still where it lay on his cheek, but she was still beyond that until he had finished speaking.

"I am not so easy to kill, nor is our Sharra." She stepped into him, withdrawing her wrist from his hold so she could bring it up to mirror it's mate, holding him still between her hands as she leaned in and pressed those post petal lips to his chin.

Was this what it was like? A fixation, an attraction. So simple was this fascination that it seemed so natural, but she'd gone into this knowing what to expect. Still she couldn't deny the urge to touch, to be touched, and this boil had meant nothing to her before this day. Was a bane, in fact, until only a moment before. How strongly it must have hit her beloved, them so close.

"You don't have to worry any longer," she soothed, letting her hands slide back along his jaw before she draped her arms around his neck. The petite djinn raising up on tip to to so she could nuzzle her cheek along his.

"Tea sounds wonderful," the djinn admitted, all but purring as he curled his arms around her to hold her tightly.

Vaguely, and uselessly, she had to admit that perhaps she hadn't though this idea through all the way, but really it was much to late for second chances. She just had to keep in mind why she was doing this in the first place.

Which was proving difficult the longer she kept contact with the fae-boil.

Drawing away from him, she looked up into his face, lips parting in silent surprise at the brightening of eyes, as well as other changes. It made her swallow, an audiable noise.

She wasn't worried that he would take advantage, at least not intentionally. No, the djinn was worried that with his ability washing over the both of them they would do something unfortunate. There was a bid difference between something discussed and agreed upon, and something accidental. Marosa seemed to have misconstrued her slight resistance, but she didn't bother correcting him. If he was in control enough to keep them from going to far, then that was good enough for her.

She let him take her hand and pull her down the hall, glowing gave inexplicably drawn to him. It really was a unique thing, his ability. She was actually having trouble recalling that she'd ever had any issues with him. His doubt and despair had remained, and her desire to chase away that plain, but anything beyond that was a haze.