"Thank you, love," she says, entirely sincere. What, no one likes it when their knees hurt, surely?

She settles the cushion under her knees, gets herself comfortable. She doesn't immediately put her mouth on Skellig, however.

She smiles up at him, eyes warm with love and darkening with desire. She rubs his thighs gently, almost soothing. "Such a wonder you are, here under my hands, in my heart." She kisses his thighs, light, not lingering too long in any one place.

"My Skellig, my beloved husband, my mate."