"Strength comes with age," she says finally, her voice softening slightly. "But you've got your own kind of strength... the will to face those things when most others would run." She pauses, casting a sideways glance at him before looking away. "You may not have lived as long as I have, but you've seen more than your share."

The hut comes into view, and Arwenya allows herself a moment to lean against it for support. "I'll be fine here," she says. "Just...

"I'll be fine here," she repeats more firmly, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you for your help... Emil." There's a moment of awkward silence before she adds, "You should rest too. Tomorrow we can discuss what to do about..." She waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the battlefield.

Her voice trails off as she studies him once more. Despite her best efforts, exhaustion and pain make it difficult to hide her vulnerability. There's something else there, too...

The sound of thunder rumbles through the cabin as you awaken with a start, disoriented and aching all over. For a moment, you can't quite remember where you are or what happened last night. Then, as memory floods back, you feel a mixture of shame and arousal course through your veins.

You glance up to see Arwenya'y laying on the bed nearby, her chest rising and falling with each breath she takes.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels you begin to undress her, her body responding instinctively to your touch. She moans softly, arching into your hands as you slide the last of her clothes off. The air between them crackles with desire and need; it's as if they haven't spent enough time together yesterday.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she rolls onto her side facing you, her body pressing against yours in perfect harmony.