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It's your heat, She murmurs, low and soothing as she melts into the embrace. Relief floods her, and her mate's arrival goes unnoticed at first. For a few moments, she's silent, pressing soft kisses to her lover's neck in silent worship — but Rosalie's questioning gaze does, eventually, catch her attention. Kavik's presence registers, and her gaze drifts to him as her head lifts, hackles just barely prickling. Mine, she thinks, preparing to snarl at him — but then she realizes she doesn't know whether the thought is in reference to her husband or her lover, and the tension melts from her. Kavik, Her tone is inviting, demeanor shifting in a heartbeat, and she beckons him closer. They are both hers, after all, and she sees no reason to keep them from one another.