"You do have a certain nobility around you. A strength of character."
Seteta felt Vulpesen's lips softly caress hers and she hummed contentedly.
"Flattery will get you rewarded," she purred softly, her eyes fluttering open when he moved away.
She watched as he stuck the torch in the snad and secured it, meting the sand with his lightning magic.
As he came and lay next to her, she tucked herself under his arm and pressed up against his side. She rested her head on his shoulder and softly stroked his tail where it laid across her thighs.
"You are able to do quite a bit with earth manipulation already," Seteta said. "You just lack practice. And we only have a few more days before we reach the portal stone, so while I'll teach you a few more things that will be the foundation of more complicated spells, I think practice is what we'll prioritize."
Seteta turned onto her side then, stretching to gently press a kiss to Vulpesen's jaw, and hooked her knee over his leg, careful not to pinch his tail.
"Rest for a bit," she said, laying her arm across his torso. "The storm has the feel of one that will last till tomorrow morning. We have plenty of time for... many things until then."
Her flirtatious smile faded as she settled her head back against his shoulder with a quiet, tired sigh. She almost wished she could sleep for a while, but she'd weathered storms like this alone before. She knew how to walk that line between barely-conscious and sleep where she could still maintain the flow of magic, and quietly slipped into a state that was almost like a trance.