Round 6 Transcript

I move to Silra's side as Jeane withdraws, my hands hovering uncertainly for just an instant before I let instinct guide me. Here, Si, let me help you sit up properly—you shouldn't lie flat like this after such intensity. My fingers find the small of her back, pressing gently but firmly to support her weight as she shifts position. The heat radiating from her skin is palpable even through my palm. That was… quite something. You took it so well—I'm impressed by your fortitude. I glance sideways at Jeane, who's watching with that infuriatingly pleased expression. Two can play at that game, I suppose. But surely you're sore now? Let me fetch some cool water for you—it might help the sensation.