She watched Rani as she moves - less hunger, though she can still feel the weight of it. It’s more longing and wondering, the marvelling at someone so steady and so kind being at her side. Constant, even with her flares of passion and intensity. If anything, the more she saw of that wildness and that emotion the more she adores her, but she cannot deny that to be cared for is—

She cannot pretend she doesn’t have those in her life who care for her. Family, those dear to her. There is something different and wonderful in this caring.

She brings Rani’s hand to her lips, and slowly kisses each knuckle, the heel of her hand. Her wrist. Quiet appreciation, determined to date herself with this, when Rani appears to have set her own lust aside.