Seri curses her fumbling hands, even as the wound is finally seen to. She nods mutely, offering Jura her hand and shoulder, supporting her as best her slim frame can manage. It doesn’t take long to find Jura’s bed, and she eases the other woman down, darting away to collect a water-soaked towel, and smoothing over Jura’s flushed face. “Thank you.” She murmurs at length, “I don’t like to think what she’d have done to me if you hadn’t turned up. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.”
Nami wavers on the brink of saying “no”. Kaelaen’s going to hear, she’ll know— the others will find out— This was never meant to go so far. But, oh, she aches inside with the need now. And in contrast with her other recent encounters, at least this man is gentler with her. Heart thumping in her chest, she nods to him. Spreading her legs further apart, preparing herself. Only able to hope he’ll remember and be able to do what he needs to…
