"Sure." Kiss.

Kiss. ...Sudden stilling.

"...hm?"

"...I should probably have thought to ask this sooner, but it's been a while since I've been with anyone but my boyfriend, who has a persistent magical solution to the problem, and I apparently have gotten out of the relevant habits of thought. What if anything do you use for birth control?"

"...oh."

That is not the oh of someone with a solution to this problem.

"Hang on a sec," she says, and starts ticking off fingers, muttering under her breath.

After a few minutes she says, "Okay, it's been twenty days since the start of my last period, I'm probably okay."

"...but we should still probably solve it somehow before I fuck you again, hmm?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Well."

Hug. Sigh.

"Maybe this is our cue to go reassure my daughter."

"Maybe. ...Do you have, like, an attached bath or something, I am kind of too covered in miscellaneous fluids to be in public."

He giggles and kisses her forehead. "Yes, you can have a bath, here -" and he scoops her up and carries her to the attached bathroom, which, like most things in this castle, is extremely impressive if you're not used to the Howling Mountain.

It's still nice! And scooping is very nice. She also takes the time to heal the various pretty cuts that were contributing to part of the fluid situation.

Aww. He kisses them as they disappear.

"I can always put them back later," she says.

"Nentiane Alissiaverene." Kiss.

Happy sigh and shiver. "Please don't call me that in front of anyone you're not sure already knows my real name--but--when we're alone, it's really nice."

He grins and hugs her.

Hug. Nuzzle. ...Pulling back slightly because they really shouldn't get carried away again while they still haven't found a solution to the problem.

...yeah.

...Well, there are other things that can be done that do not actually have the problem.

Ooh.

So, some amount of carried away is alright, as long as enough care is maintained to ensure lack of problematicness.

But eventually it will probably be a good idea to get out of the bath and try to figure out clothing.

Yeah.

Her dress is kind of... bisected. And not in the convenient way. There is a front half and a back half and a lot of fraying in between.

"It's almost a pity you just vaporized Nahira's body, except I think--no, I know--I would rather walk out of here stark naked than wearing a dress taken from her corpse. Hm."

"You can walk out of here naked if you like," shrugs Seofar. "Or borrow something of mine. Or I can send for Kelora and tell her to bring something of hers, and she'll be slightly confused until she arrives and then very confused."