"Not just in here. Many people feel that way, around me. We're not related, if that's what you're thinking." She says the words simply, without the ugly pride that would make it a boast. "A parting gift from my sisters..." She says sadly, and he feels like weeping at her pain, despite having no clue what she's talking about.
"There's no such thing as too nice, sweetling." She embraces Luke, and his cheek comes to rest against her cleavage, warm and comforting. Before he nods off, he hears her say to herself "Luke, huh? So much cuter than his namesake..."
Luke awakens some time later, lying in a comfortable bed by a roaring fire. With a jolt of embarrassment, he realises that he's nude, and erect, beneath the covers. Vasha is still on the couch, humming a pleasant tune, not having noticed him awakening.