Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

Strategic, yes — but symbolic too. Even Seastorm knew this. For a long moment she tensed, as if she might reject him; it crossed her mind. But there were worse men who would seek the same, surely, and could there be any deeper a claim on her life than what he already held?

Seastorm felt she understood now: he wanted a wife. Assassins were no wives. Girl-weapons weren't fit for marriage in any way. She hesitated.

Okay, She relented, and the last of her tension faded. Then again, as if to confirm to herself this time; Okay. Unsure of what to do now, she pressed her own face into his fur as if shy. The assassin was only contemplative; quietly rethinking every interaction which had led to this moment.