05.Feb.21, 07:32 PM
“I like some spiciness,” Quinvalis wasn’t sure what his tolerance was or if there was even spicier than what he had had in the past but the way Zelana spoke, he had a feeling Ista had some secret herbs or vegetables that he had never had. He should tell her to keep it mild but he was kind of curious—and he doubted she could get what was needed that easily if it was a regional thing so he didn’t have to worry.
No, he could spend all his energy worrying about the cuddles and sharing his bed. He had to admit, a nap did sound nice, though. It was barely midday but the Touching had shaken them up quite nicely and then he had to go and share his trauma and show his scars. Oh, and of course his hormones not having a clue about what to do with the situation. He was absolutely exhausted. There was no fight left in him and he couldn’t even muster the energy to tell her to leave. So he nodded. “You can stay.” Besides, it would be rude to kick Zelana out considering she had gone through the same event—and they still hadn’t talked about not talking about what they possibly saw. Maybe after the nap when they were thinking a bit clearer and had time to think on it more.
No, he could spend all his energy worrying about the cuddles and sharing his bed. He had to admit, a nap did sound nice, though. It was barely midday but the Touching had shaken them up quite nicely and then he had to go and share his trauma and show his scars. Oh, and of course his hormones not having a clue about what to do with the situation. He was absolutely exhausted. There was no fight left in him and he couldn’t even muster the energy to tell her to leave. So he nodded. “You can stay.” Besides, it would be rude to kick Zelana out considering she had gone through the same event—and they still hadn’t talked about not talking about what they possibly saw. Maybe after the nap when they were thinking a bit clearer and had time to think on it more.