"You will, when we go to the surface. Perhaps you will even meet my mare. She is Sarangi. She has carried me through many battles." She adores her, quite obviously. She might just like horses more than people - but that is for a later date.

For now, she smooths her fingers against his hair, lower, against his neck and hovers on the invitation. "How else would you like to see me?" An indication, that for now, all he need do is ask, and she will give it, as long as it was limited to them in this room.