Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

Sorry not sorry. Meadow seems to have a hidden talent by coaxing things from others.

Honey… and she was reminded of Zosime, and how bees had ouches on their butts.
Had Reyson ever had the joys of getting to know a child? Tamar’s three had grown unexpectedly important to her. Keyni’s own as well—particularly her little charge who grew weaker by the day.

She could see how there would be an appeal to dull ones senses. It seemed such a dangerous slope to tread, and for that, Meadow had never dared dabble in even treating others with medicine that would encourage such behavior.

“And these servants… They like... it?” She felt her cheeks flush—did they know better? She had never been privy to the act itself, but had heard it felt good, if done proper. Were they pleasure seekers?