I exhale sharply and sink in against her.

"It's okay. You can cry, and you can feel, for as long as you'd like." 

I nod, and leave myself curled up in her arms, crying quietly, for a good fifteen minutes. 

...Time passes and the words no linger feel so... heavy. 

"...thank you."

"It is... no problem  at all. It is good to get a chance to hold you, and no one should need to keep o fighting, for so long. My own 'master' had a habit of making this something where I could not think to protest, but this is nicer, no?"

"It... really is." 

I stretch out languidly against her chest, and move to trail my fingers through her hair. 

It's relatively straight - there's a healthy bounce to it, and I'd expect there's plenty you could do with the right styling tools, whatever those are, could do so many fun things - little waves to make her hair all bouncy and even glossier, and honestly she'd be super cute with some proper curls pinned in, but...

For now, I just enjoy smoothing back her hair, and tucking the strands behind her ears, fingertips tucking them into place to get it a little more settled.

She leans in herself, sighing contentedly. 

"I imagine you have some questions?"

"..Yeah."

I bury my face in her hair, smelling her again, befure returning to the petting.

"I feel... something's changed, after that? I don't know quite what." 

"Mm yes, there is that to discuss." 

She hums warmly. 

"It's the start of my art. It is what it is - a start of the power, the flame, the carbon of the flame left behind in the forged steel. There is no need to dwell on it."

I nod slowly. 

"It's just... unreal, to get that start. I can feel the... color, almost, already." 

She smiles wistfully.

"I felt that, once. But you have always had a soul that you can feel, and this is no different ultimatly. There are occult things that can produce sensatiosn in one who has not entered into a tradition, and it just becomes.. more common. Do not dwell. There are other things, to address." 

I nod, and rest my head up against her shoulder limply. 

"...I suppose I could ask after a timeline, for this?"

She chuckles lightly.

I start laughing too, faintly and quietly. 

"...Yeah." 

"You will learn in time, and I will d omy best to esnure the efficiency of that time. That is all that should be said, for now." 

I let a breathless sigh of relief. 

"...when can we talk, again? I'd like to do something... lighter, or at least less... this, sometime soon, and honestly I'm tired enough that I don't thikn that I'd be too up for playing around with dress up." 

"Soon. Tommorow, perhaps?"

"...Sure."

I snort and shake my head and laugh again, hoarsely and softly. 

"I'm feeling almost afraid of closure, right now? I want to just be able to sit with you and be calm and comfortable and not have to worry and just not have you go, because you still have something to do, with me." 

She trails her fingertips gently along her foreskin, ghosting along the still hard length, gliding along the little extra contours of her cock. 

She smiles slyly. 

"Does this change your mind~?"

I coo faintly, twitching against her hand. 

"A little."

"What more do you desire, then?" 

Her thumb rested atop the tip, before flicking down slowly. 

"I want to know that I have something to offer, to give you, or to make you have a good reason to come back, You've said so so much but..."

I flush deeply and shudder hard as I take a moment to enjoy how absurdly nice it feels to have someone else stimulate my sex.

"There are few things that are real cures for this anxiety. This can help, of course, but..." 

She calls a small item from her tools, a glint of metal shooting across space, before presenting it to her. 

"It's time, and trust, that solves that, not anything I can say."