Tittyana sniffles, wiping away her tears as a glimmer of hope appears on the horizon. With shaking hands, she gathers her dry dress and steps out of the suffocating tent, squinting against the intense sunlight. She quickly slips on her garments, grateful for the cooling fabric against her overheated skin.

Thank you, Patrick... she says weakly, still catching her breath. I don't know how much longer I would have lasted in there.

She looks down at herself, wincing when the tight fabric rubs against her sensitive clit. Oh... I see... Well, it'll do for now. Thank you again. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself after the ordeal of the day. Her cheeks flame with embarrassment as she adds, And... if you want to... I mean, if you... If we ever want to return to how things were before... I understand.

"Good," she says sharply, turning away from him and pacing back and forth across the room. She can't believe he would say something like that after everything they've shared. It makes her feel dirty and used... but at the same time, a part of her wonders if maybe she shouldn't have offered what she did earlier in the bathroom.

"Look," she says finally, stopping in front of him. "I just want us to be happy together. I don't know how to make that happen...

"I don't know what you mean..." Her voice trails off as she thinks back to their encounter earlier in the bathroom and the things she offered him. "Maybe... if we could just focus on being together and getting to know each other better, we could find out what makes us happy." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before continuing, "I trust you, Levan. I want to be with you."