She sits up, untying her hair. She rakes her fingers through it, combing out knots. She looks at you affectionately. Originally, she didn't want to get involved with someone younger than her, but you won her over with your charming nature and kindness.

It's not something she'd make official. You're her secret, and it's not that serious. But she is quite fond of you and doesn't want it to end.

"Could you go get me my robe?" She asks.