[RA] [SE] polished like precious stones

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

His groan lends to more indecent thoughts, but for now her pleased grin is enough for her own physical satisfaction. Though she likely could have achieved similar results without magic it will never cease to delight her to be able to use it on him now. Adding magic merely serves the additional benefit of hastening the results of the massage for the Sword.

Her hands move further down his back to ease the muscles protecting his lower ribs and middle spine as he conveys further information. As he may have expected - and had been thinking himself, unknown to her - Evie brightens at the prospect of such an uplifting event being timed for directly after LongNight. "That's great timing, though I didn't expect the Temple as their location of choice." She isn't certain how religiously inclined either are, but she must adjust her own opinions. Not everyone has the associations with the Temple that she does - she assume few others do in truth given how few Natural Grounders remain at all, much less in their native region. "However I'm not surprised by the color scheme," she laughs fondly. Ancients or not, they strike her as the red-hued types.

Her hands move lower to her husband's lumbar region, already bemoaning the passage of time. She'll make sure to get his arms and hands, but the clock is ticking on his mischief meter, she's sure of it.

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me