Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

"Oh." Akavir said.

Yeah ... Quill replied. So ... So what did this mean? They'd talked at length about what they wanted. She hoisted herself onto all fours, drawing closer to him.

Do you want me to go and sleep in my old den for the next week? Or ...? The silent question clung to the end of her sentence.