She takes her time, looking her over, every last piece of her as it is revealed in front of her. She has felt hunger many times in her life, as any living being does.

But it has never felt like this. Never a drive that feels so powerful like she wants to set both her hands into her, to take her in that sort of grip and see every bit of her, want to kiss every section of her. To see what other places she might find that would cause her wife to look at her like that.

To it, she does not respond, she does not risk her voice and bellying that hunger so obviously when she does not even rightly know what to do with it. That terrible beast that wants to crawl its way from her lips. Instead, she swallows, shakes her head, and takes Magni's hand. Slowly leading her as once Magni had led her so often since she arrived. Bringing her to the hot bath that gives off steam to the cool air that permeated this place so wholly.