Sun Mote Copse Comfortable, not drinking too much

Still groggy from having woken from a much needed sleep, a noise tugged at Ar-Khalba's attention. He turned his head, allowing his half open eyes fall upon his Queen -- his lover from the night before. It was an automatic response in which he lowered himself before her; a level of respect that had been conditioned into him following his conversion. Though locked in a deferential stance, his tail thumped against the ground and his face was wrought with a gleeful smile.

"Ekar-aji," he spoke softly. "Is there anything you need of me?" It was worth asking, as it was his place to serve. Her season had yet to end -- perhaps she desired him to partake of her flesh again.