Noctisardor Bypass [m] sola fide

so shockingly pleasant and unexpected was the sensation of his breath against her paw that heda became very still, watching almost wide-eyed as amadeo moved back from the soft kiss to her skin and resumed his even tones.
her heart leapt in a gallop; her chest swelled faster.
and her paw remained in amadeo's own, perched gently on its edge as if it were an alighting moth.
after a flurry of blinks, heda shook her head a little, laughed at herself. "i suppose i'm fond of honey and elk. together. you might not think it could be good, but it can be."
wine. amadeo asked and heda sighed, at last returning her hand to her own proverbial lap. "my husband — turned to fruit fermented at the end, i think, to sort of cope with how little help we had with so many children. i've never had it. i'm not even sure i want to have it, amadeo."
it was in an ask for reassurance that her eyes found him now.