Lae’zel’s breathing is still ragged, but she releases her hold on you. She sits next to you on the bedroll, leaning back on her hands, and you can see her lithe muscles shift in the lantern light.

“I have had my fill,” she says, and you can hear it in her voice that she’s trying to sound neutral but you can tell she’s hanging on by a thread.

She pauses, though—remembering your request earlier that night. You wanted to… “cuddle.”