acres of longing, mountains of tenderness
The simple acceptance that's offered is a balm, and though Amalia does not return to her position splayed across Remi she does soften in her posture, lowering her body down and placing her chin on the Lullaby's leg. That this is an agreement doesn't mean it would be okay, and if it wasn't for her absolute trust in Ronin then the Shield would never have allowed herself to indulge the way she did. I'll stay a little longer? she less says than asks, looking once more between the men for final confirmation. As long as it's okay.
Settling in at the foot of the bed, Amalia whuffs a laugh. I think it would have been wasted on Loren, anyway, she remarks, rolling over so that her belly is exposed up to the air for rubs, if they should wish. Honestly, there's not much difference between him sick and him well. It's cruller than she might normally be, but Amalia is too tired (and satisfied) to hold her tongue - especially with them.
Settling in at the foot of the bed, Amalia whuffs a laugh. I think it would have been wasted on Loren, anyway, she remarks, rolling over so that her belly is exposed up to the air for rubs, if they should wish. Honestly, there's not much difference between him sick and him well. It's cruller than she might normally be, but Amalia is too tired (and satisfied) to hold her tongue - especially with them.
Amalia
