"Thank you for the hospitality," she says to Eliana.

"It is my pleasure. Do you need some time, perhaps?"

"I think so."

"Very well. We'll be around when you're ready." She takes her leave.

Nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle purr.

"...At some point we should check if any of the foreign control magic can override my Shining Lunar Bond charm..." she murmurs after a bit. (Which's the one that - was honestly terrifying to activate, since with it she not only can't be mind controlled into hurting Luc', she can't be mundanely convinced to even just adore Luc' slightly less. But she can be mundanely convinced to turn the charm off, which was... Enough, for her, and being impossible to mundanely convince is important around supernaturally persuasive Exalts and gods and miscellaneous assholes anyways.)

"That does sound important to know before it becomes a problem. Could also help us gauge- relative strengths."

"And if it's a problem now I can work on strengthening it... And, yeah, there's a lot to a system's strength other than 'can I beat Hisame in a fist fight.'"

"Having options other than a fistfight for starters."

Kiss. "We're good at that. And luckily it sounds like there's a bunch here that's shareable..."

Kiss.

"Extra options to take home."

"Hopefully we'll entice some of the extra fun alts to follow us, too. Even if just for a bit."

"I bet we can get some, at least for a bit."

"Given our charming nature..."

"And the way there doesn't seem to be much exciting happening right now..."

"Stealing the Hisame's probably counts as a favor, even. Keep them from getting bored."

"We are the very souls of graciousness. The group will be so pleased to get to know us."

"I'm certainly pleased to get to know them," she says, with a languid stretch.

Luc' pounces on the opening for tickles.

Shrieking laughter! (Luc' is cheating.)

Wyld squirms and tries to tickle Luc' back, but her girlfriend definitely has her at a disadvantage here.

For once.

She makes the most of it.

Wyld eventually collapses into a giggling puddle.

"Victory is mine."

Heeeeeee.

She tilts her head back, grinning at Luc'.

"To the victor go the spoils," she murmurs. "What'll you have of me?"

"I'll start with your mouth and work down," she says, going in for the kiss.

Mmmmmmmm good.

She's mostly a well-behaved prize. (Partially because she's too languidly tired for mischief.)