Yeah. Shoulder-rub?

Mmhmm, that's good too.

...Honestly, the amount of time Diana isn't wound taut as a bowcaster is probably less than the time she is, without significant effort spent changing that.

Yeah, that's a good use of some of the time before dinner. Her healing sense has many uses and giving excellent massages is conveniently one of them.

Ohh...that feels good.

(And that it's Pradnakt doing it makes it feel even better...)

They could get further distracted, but first - "did you want to practice your thing before dinner, or...?"

"...Which my thing...?"

"The speech for the memorial."

"Ah.  ...no?  Practicing it takes all the feeling out.  I...have the points ready, though."

"Okay." She nuzzles her neck.

"mmm...you feel really nice."

Pradnakt hums contentedly against Diana's neck.

Diana, seeing Pradnakt like this, and still having Pritruth on her mind...

It sparks something within her, and her presence curls out around Pradnakt protectively, even as she wraps her arms tightly around her girlfriend.

Pradnakt shudders, gently - not at all in a bad way - and snuggles in.

"...Pritruth doesn't get to hurt you ever again.  No-one does.  Mine.  My girlfriend.  Protect you, defend you, aid and mend.  Like a lord's knight should."

Pradnakt's hum turns into a gentle moan and she squirms against Diana.

Gosh, yes it is hot.

"How can I serve you, milady~?"

Perhaps gentle hairpets?

Oh no, by which she means oh yes.

Oh yes, she will.

Perhaps her hands will roam further, her touch firm, warm, bright, and she shall press a kiss to her lady's cheek...

Did she want a melty Pradnakt because apparently this is how you get a melty Pradnakt. Not too melty to catch Diana's mouth with hers for a proper kiss, though.

She does want a wonderfully melty Pradnakt, mmhmm; her liege has done so much for her, she will return the favor.  She's been yearning for a way to do this for so long that she will seize this opportunity for all it's worth, being aggressively loving, wilfully, powerfully subservient~

Mmmmmmmmm. Such a good Diana. Such things Pradnakt will do with her.

So many wonderful things~

So many.

She snuggles up in the crook of Diana's arm when they're done, more relaxed than Diana has ever seen her, even her aura softened and mingling with Diana's at the edges.

Oh, that feels lovely.

And part of Diana's aura, which had been tied back in on itself in an uncomfortable-seeming knot for a while, has finally uncoiled, lapping warmly, invitingly, against Pradnakt's; a worry of hers, finally laid to rest as Pradnakt fulfilled something Diana had been dreaming of.

...non-prophetically.

Pradnakt is quite content to bask in this all for a while, occasionally giving Diana a little non-escalatory squeeze or kiss.