Caitlyn's cold, slender fingers across your warm cheek broke you out the trance you were formerly in, the trance you'd been sent to after a particularly rough intimate time.

Caitlyn looked at you with a soft, loving gaze, cerulean eyes warm with care and kindness. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and gesturing to the tray on the nightstand.

"I got you some fruit and some tea."

Caitlyn murmured, towel she used to clean you disregarded into the hamper she had. She helped you to sit up, her arm holding you close.

"You did wonderful, darling. My sweet girl."

She slid a hand to your jaw, tilting your head so she can press a gentle kiss to your lips.