Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

The answer that she'd wished to receive was unknown, even to her, as she'd not the capacity currently to form worthwhile opinions. She could only act upon the thoughts that flitted through her mind and the instincts than had only recently escaped their prison, the former being something she was used to, but the latter almost entirely foreign. Asterr was not a creature of impulse, she never had been, and so it felt almost unnatural for her to give in to nature. To listen to what instincts told her to be correct, rather than herself; to her, it was almost as if the two things were entirely different, when, in fact, they had always been one and the same.

Again, she was asked a question, a repetition of his previous one. Though this time she could not return it with one of her own, for already had she been given the necessary answer. "Yes," was her reply this time around. In spite of her internal uncertainty, her voice had remained sturdy, neither raising nor lowering in pitch. "I have need for you." The words felt strange upon her tongue, for never would she have spoken them to anyone had her heat never arrived. But it had, and she had, and there was no way for her to take it back. Already had she advanced, drawing closer to him but refraining from closing the distance entirely just yet.

"I need for you to relinquish what control you have over yourself," was her request, eyeing him as any sort of reaction was sought after. "I need for you to take me—to ease the troubles that I am sure we both feel." If given the opportunity to do so, she'd reach out to him, then. Her neck would stretch so that her nose could be pressed to his chin, an attempt at offering reassurance; a hope, perhaps, that what she'd asked of him would be fine.