"So are you." Kiss.

(To her, observes some unhelpful part of her brain, that is immediately shoved into a box in the corner to be ignored in favor of more helpful thoughts.)

"... I think I might need a healing water, though. This might be too many teeth marks."

He laughs, and materializes one, and hands it to her.

"Thank you." Sip. Healing. It's so convenient, that way.

She cuddles him, then:

"... I think I'm also probably going to take a bath. Comfortable as the cuddles are, I am literally covered in blood, sweat, and tears."

"You're very attractive that way!"

Lady Rivethira snorts. "Thank you."

Kiss.

"But yes, bath, good plan."

Kiss.

"Yes. Now the hard part. Actually getting up. The cuddles are so tempting."

"Do you want me to carry you to the bath?"

".... You know what, yes. Yes I do. Do that, please."

Okay, he can do that, then.

She squeaks when picked up, and giggles delightedly on the way there.

And then she can have a bath!

She yelps when he drops her unceremoniously into the tub.

"That was a little bit more literal than I was expecting!" she declares, laughing.

He giggles at her.

"You're mean," she continues, pretending to be affronted and failing. "You're a mean all-powerful sorcerer, and I shouldn't associate with you, when you drop innocent unsuspecting women into bathtubs."

He leans over and kisses the top of her head. "I love you."

Lady Rivethira looks at him. She considers her reply.

Then she splashes him, because honestly, that's the most eloquent response she feels she can make in these current circumstances.

He giggles and conjures an apple-sized sphere of water over her head, because he is a terrible terrible cheater.

This earns another yelp, higher in pitch than the first.

She needs a minute to splutter, wiping hair out of her eyes and generally looking much more convincingly affronted.

"You," she announces, crossing her arms, "are a terrible cheater along with being mean. You are a mean, mean, cheating sorcerer."

"Yes," he says, perfectly unrepentant. "That's true."

She huffs, turning her face away from him to more convincingly look like she's upset. The smile needs a disguise.

"Jerk."

He kisses the top of her head again. "You're adorable."

"Yes I am," she agrees, sniffing.

Soon enough, she has the smile as hidden as it's going to be, and she turns back to look at him.

"One of us has to de-escalate, or this'll probably end up with the both of us having sex in the bathtub," she says, imperiously. "And I don't think you're going to be the one to do it. So." She sniffs, again. "I forgive you."

"Well, thank you for that."

"You're welcome." She kisses him, to show that yes, she does forgive him for his mean ways.