This is a unique moment. Atop him, moving at a quick gallop, she felt as if she possessed further magic. This wasn't a situation to abuse or exploit. There was little to ask of him as it was, but more than that, she wanted him to trust her. She was his closest ally and it seemed he was starting to understand that.

Heat was rising in her, forceful flames that left her trembling in anticipation. Like this, she wasn't the shrinking daughter of the Hand. She was sensual, powerful and addicting. Perhaps his mindless murmurings were a sign that she was starting to have an affect on him in some ways. This sort of lust, it needed to be encouraged.

"Touch me."