Licking might be called for. It won't do to make a mess on these nice guest sheets. And licking isn't cognitively taxing enough to prevent her from continuing to pour-pour-pour.
Time passes.
Aether's aura is not one of the unflavored kinds.
It's a little subtler than Juliet's. She's not a hellgoddess. She's an unspecified form of - Power. She's something you don't want to cross, not because she is threatening, but on general principle.
In terms she used to describe her home world to her alts:
She's something big.
(She goes on pouring; she's not sure if she's done yet.)
She giggles. "When it's in at full strength. I'll compare with Glass, I guess."
"She'll be able to tell what else it does, too." Snuggle. "I think I might be coming up on done, based on the estimates..."
"I'm gonna check. Wanna come along?" She tapers off the channeling.
"And that would be terrible." She nuzzles his throat and pops out of the room. "Hi, Glass. Hi - person."
"This is Tony. One of my wives. Nickname Iron," introduces Glass. "Tony, this one's Aether. Looks like your aura's all full up and -" Glass peers at it.
"Hi," waves Aether. "Celo called me 'epic level', so I guess that's one thing?"
"Yes and - and - I think - you can go home," says Glass. "I think this is - the opposite of the thing that is horrible about your world. I think you cancel it out, near yourself."