LordPocky


One night. Two nights. Three nights... she groaned. Keionx already longed to move – to be forced to stay put for nights on end... that was torture. ”Very well...” she said, resigned, closing her eyes as he wiped her face clean. The cool cloth on her head was very welcome. His question... it was surprising. She wanted to grit her teeth and tell him yes, but she knew that it wasn't true. ”... perhaps...” she managed, a reluctant whisper through gritted teeth, ”... no.”