Herbalists' Cache Speak your mind, I'm sure it won't matter in the end.

talking, apparently, wasn't necessary to helping her. thank the gods, the tundrian can't help but think. he's no therapist and as he's not a woman doubt he can relate to her current situation. not when he only knows it from his own perspective. which is to say, there are no emotions involved. just a heady rush that settles deep in his loins; a primitive fire that he has no want to attempt to control because he's sotaherra and he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

she moves and her tail brushes his shoulder, further enticing him as if his veil of control wasn't terribly thin to begin with. i'll gladly help in any way that i can. a boldfaced lie for sure. he was only interested in helping her in one way; and he advances, pausing to nip at the junction where her tail and spine meet, seeking permission to fully claim what she is offering to him.