Back around the Groves, Lae'zel had allowed a night or two. Just to get the taste. Just to offer a taste, as she were so generous to do so.

She expected this obsession to begin to lull towards the journey towards Moonrise Towers. And yet... Lae'zel does still find these cravings.

Obsessed. She thinks, at least, but she has not proven anything worthy. Not just yet.

Tonight would be the night. She crouches beside the sleeping figure, hissing. "Wake. Now." Lae'zel commands.

She's only satisfied when bleary eyes blink up at her.

"I think of you... far too often. My tastes for you have managed to linger. But I cannot determine if you are worthy yet..."

She stands straight.

"Brawl. Bring me bruises and blood. I shall then prove if you are to be mine. Source of my bruises." Githyanki mating culture was strange to others. Lae'zel didn't care in this moment.