Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

"You have me, my darling," she murmured, a little awed at how true that was, at just how much of her he had. "And...thank you. For making this...easier, than it might otherwise have been."

Liliana was never going to be entirely comfortable with opening herself up this way and just sharing, but every time she did and it didn't go horribly wrong, it made the next time just a tiny bit easier.

Since his face was already tilted towards her anyway, she leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't the immediate fire of their kiss in her bathing chamber, it was more of a banked heat, a slight blowing on coals that were never allowed to go cold to check that they still flared.

"I can read to you, my 'Nys," she said. "I have begun reading Spenser's The Fairie Queene. It may surprise you, but I also have thoughts about faeries. I am the Left Hand of Oona, after all."