Lion Head Mesa [m] Elephantine

“Mmm,” she murmured in quiet acceptance of his words—partially as she ensured the proper ratio was placed within the salve. She wiped her paws clean for the moment, eyes falling back to the man, stretched before her with not just the confidence of a royal, but that of a god.

Many times, she found herself at a loss with words before him. Now was certainly one of those moments.

“This will cool the muscles for a moment as it sinks in,” she offered, lashes fluttering as she finally gazed up to his eyes—and only at what seemed like his acquiescence, she lifted a paw after dipping it delicately to the salve, beginning to massage it gently to the shoulder area he had revealed to her. “If it is too much, let me know,” she whispered, finding her tongue dryer—her gaze once more averting to where she worked.

At the inquiry of the four royal children, she felt her mouth curve up in a smile. “Not just apt pupils but truly a joy to be around,” she offered him, considering their impish nature and inquisitive natures.

She paused a moment—considering his next question. “It’s unlike anything I’ve seen,” she shared, her smile turning shyer now. “Everyone is very kind.”