It's soothing as much as it's not. That terrible ache that says it should be enough to be touched at all, and the hunger which bellies it not nearly sated.

She leans as prompted, pressing together as gravity tilts her down into Magni. Sliding further into her lap, rolling her weight on her knees as she tucks in neater. Stretching, simmering below the surface, her body heating into each little touch and wanting more of it in a way that feels almost rapturously good.

Dissolved into it, until Magni speaks, and her eyes slowly lift up to watch her face. "I am glad, or else, I would have come down to the water every day." She tries to keep a straight face, but in the way that became more obvious the longer she stayed here, she was ever quick to smile. "And shouted at it, at you."