Ocean's Breath Plateau sky flier

oh; brave one;
why had she done that? why had she said — i'm sorry, my otter, red leaf crumbles as she crouches for him, not wishing to speak over chakliux but desperate with the bite of immediate regret. i-i was just-- you are not broken, okay, baby? you are not. i didn't mean it. i didn't.
what had she done?
what had she done?
what had she done?
sniveling, steadying, she kisses the soft space between her boy's ears before she turns pathetically back to chakliux, breath stuttering in her chest as he — touches her. he touches her, this tiny little gesture, dainty eggshell against stark white, nails clasped together.
when was the last time a man had touched her?
i am so lonely, heat, rising in the pit of her belly! she cannot stop herself as she reaches up to caress his well-muscled chest. i want-- i want to feel loved again, chakliux. i want to be touched. i want to forget.
forget, forget, forget; cen's teeth against her throat, the hard shove of his bony shoulders, seawater in her eyes and nose and mouth; her voice lowers to a shuddering whisper as she leans forward, breath hot against his chin; t-take me away from here. help me forget.