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For the sake of my wonky-ass timeline, this takes place before the inquisitors show.

There was contact. Brief, yet heated with a rare hunger that Hiram hadn't felt since Jhala came to him in full bloom. She retreated coyly and raised a brow as she examined Hiram's somewhat surprised reaction. He smiled. A brightness that had been in short supply recently returned to Hiram's muddy brown eyes. He moved toward her as he addressed her question.

"Just doing the dailies I guess," he answered. "I uh -- I've been collecting stuff for the ceremony." The cleansing she had recently asked for. Just as the last word passed Hiram's lips, he returned her gentle touch with fervency as he began to nip his way down his wife's neck.