A slight tapping echoed from where Qatrand er Yecine let her fingers drum against the wooden arm of the cramped chair. The family elders were taking their time assembling for this meeting… which normally would just be time for her to meditate on recent events.
But with a supposedly invisible Elua practically melting into her lap while staring up at her and radiating waves of spiritual pressure that felt like a pet demanding attention…
"El... we're in the middle of the Yecine camp."
With a fraction of the attention successfully stolen, the brunette tucked her head further into the swordswoman's collarbone. The playfully expectant mint eyes closed as she pressed her body closer. The illusionist's cloud of spiritual sense kept trying to wrap completely around her Qat's tendrils, seeking to tug them even closer than usual.
To allow… to *request* deeper contact than their usual comfortable mingling just around her closely guarded core.
