Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf neve dies
Maeve's back hit the ground and Sah finds himself smirking. He stands and turns his eyes to the queen for a moment. Before she can recover and stand up, he takes a knee at her side and leans over, one hand coming down near her head for balance. Sah tilts his head and smirks sharply at Maeve, "I think that makes it my win, Your Majesty." The words are practically a growl.
Despite himself, Sah does take a moment to enjoy the view from above. The Queen is beautiful and there's no denying that, especially fresh from a spar. Feeling a glint of feral satisfaction of meeting her challenge and beating it, he momentarily forgets about the concept of a filter. One hand reaches to brush the hair from her face, "I quite like seeing you like this..."
Then the words actually process and Sah's eyes go wide as a blush overtakes his face. Rocking back on his heels till he's fully sitting on the ground, one hand comes up to cover his mouth. "Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
