Noctisardor Bypass noseim

for all her understanding, heda simply could not stop thinking of glaukos as 'druid's man' or druid's husband.' there was absolutely no such bond between them, but heda's previous emphasis  on monogamous marriage for love played a large role in how she interacted with glaukos. rather than directly address him, she might hint to druid; she did not stare at the tall great man, but rather observed him with furtive, near-submissive glances.
their coupling had been warm, even pleasant for the sole reason that he was not anselm and so had treated heda with a good deal more gentleness. his arms had been more practiced, she remembered with a burn, golden eyes now alighting on him with surprise as he moved away, his touch upon her face leaving her skin rushing with a tingle.
"yes," she said, realizing she had perhaps never looked quite at him. glaukos was imposing, both by height and breadth, with earthstone eyes and scarred ears, one harshly cropped. another old tracery from wolfstooth trailed down his cheek. only one man had held many scars for heda, and she pushed his name from her mind, noting how the somber set of his jaw against the darkness of his pelt was appealing, how his shoulders proclaimed a raw physical strength that she had not seen in another, perhaps never at such a level.
realizing she had been staring, heda quickly glanced away, still feeling as if she should not, as if she should not bring to mind a pleasant memory of herself with him. "the nausea goes away after a while, but it can be pretty rough in the first stages," she went on, wondering if he'd not seen druid barf before.