Catching Rose-sweerui as gently as I can, I find myself going into a spin to put my energies elsewhere. Though she is giggling and snuggling up against my gore-caked body with all the 'love' she has, my grip is light. I want to put some pressure on her but am not confident enough to do so. Too much application and I... She'll-

"My love! My love! My love!" Rose-sweerui sings, kissing along my beaked mask and even tempting what little shell I do have coming through. She is mindful of what her actions are doing and stops, giggling still as a smirk takes over her lips. Putting her straight down on the smooth brick, she taps away and dances right back around. Her weight goes against my arm and she breathes joy into each squeeze of my form.

"C-Careful! You'll ruin your clothes..." I meekly let out, watching as she picks up more and more of the mess I've found myself in. She steps away, legs crossing tightly while her arms do the same over her behind. Her tail jumps up and loops around her wrists. With a tug, she frees a hand and runs it along the mess I warned of.

Her expression mellows out of its joy and she stares at the pile of blood-dust on her finger's print. It goes right into her mouth with a pop. Blinking harshly, I watch her savour the disgusting filth. She stands proud and struts around me, a moan of pleasure on her lips.

That same wetted hand slips onto my crotch to no vaunted reaction, "Ruin? I am covered in the scents of your conquests, my precious love."

She pulls herself up my body, showing off how developed her body really is under that seductive flesh. A peck on the cheek rings out and she walks out to my front. Her head turns, showing a slight shine in her eyes from what is above and not attached. She blinks a held darkness, a smile blooming with roses on her bulging cheeks.

"Did you handle all that opposed you?" she asks and my head tilts from side to side as her tail whips at where her hand just was.

"The earth shaman was not out there. The rest you can see here for yourself." I tell her, gesturing at what stains me. Moving away with her at my rear, I rummage into my light baggage to pull out the anklets.

"If this was indeed the parasites Oak'endoor sought to eradicate... Then, that earth shaman was hiding from you. You, my love. That abomination feared you! You wrought terror into what keeps so many up at night!" she lets out with excited shivers and while I want to buy into her veneration, I cannot. My mind is too occupied with what I now have.

"This might seem strange... Rose-sweerui. But, do you remember when I asked you about missing jewellery?" I ask her as I look over to the steps and then up them to the gilded temple. Rich in both the wealth of painted onto its bricks, solid rock and that something special that is intangible. Safety from judgement.

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"Believe me or not, my love. But, I do, yes. That was the very day you woke up after spending so long in my... Comforting embrace." she answers, a giggle escaping her bitten bottom lip as her thighs squirm against each other. Withholding a knowing huff of amusement and exasperation, I go up the first step. Offering my claw to her, I pass on one of the anklets.

"I... I found them. Not mine... Not mine at all. I just... I just wanted to keep these close." I explain, holding the one I do have as if it will crack at any moment. With my strength, it probably will if I am too harsh or scared. What once needed blades of steel and jets of fine-tipped inflamed gas is now a leaf to me. One that has blown in from the world above and got caught in who knows where of the Ground Floor. So eager to break at the slightest touch of pressure.

"Are you sure? This is so lacking..." she lets out, her disgust for the magically lacking clear even with how much this means to me. Taking it back from her, she's almost afraid to be dirtied by the rust that colours it so. With a wipe of magic, she cleans her hands of the offending memory. My eye twitches at the disrespect and my mind forces it down deep.

She loops her arm around mine and I step up further to the temple's doors. We arrive before the god-marked metal and wood and I put my free claw upon it. Spreading my three bandaged digits across the surface, I can't help but compare them to the images carved and moulded into the material. In their image, did the drop of blood into the birthing clay make us... Such simple commonality and I have lost it all.

Rose-sweerui's hand covers the back of my claw despite how far away it is. Her straining comes to an end, and I let her envelop it. I look closely at the soft smile as she rolls my claws into a malformed fist. She looks me in the eye, not at my lens, at my eye. I can somehow feel it.

"Worry not, my love. Your thoughts may be your own, but I am a growing prodigy when it comes to figuring them out. If you need me, I shall be here for you. At your side and ready to hear you without a twitch of dismissal or ember of contempt. You are my precious love, as I am yours. One day, we will see that promise made true in a place like this," she says to me out of nowhere and she pulls my suddenly weak neck down so she can plant a kiss on my forehead.

Straightening out, she smiles and skips down the temple steps in a way only one of her kind might be able to. With a final striking leap, she spins into a stroll that takes her away from me. My blinks of confusion find encouragement from my uncertain scratches on my hat-shaded head. She turns back my way with a wave.

"Come by very soon, Nin. I have a surprise for you, Champion." she almost taunts, knowing full well I do not particularly mix with the title. Blinking as she disappears further, her behaviour grows increasingly exaggerated as her figure loses its finer details. All but the sway of her hips and well-shaped, exposed buttocks. She's a master of depth perception and she only stops when I can see no more.

I frown in thought over her words, already spoiling the surprise. Experience is quite the means of foresight. Her surprise is probably something lust-driven. I take the reins of my juperse and pull on it, walking us off towards the valley-rider building. My steps slow to a silent stop and I look the way my companion went, a trailing thought chittering out...

"You know what? I look forward to it, Rose. I look forward to it." I mutter, putting the anklets away and, hopefully, the miserable thoughts that come with it.