Lakshmi rubs her hands over her skin, and Magni sighs contently, her head tilting back, and on her next exhale a quiet moan drifts past her lips. Her muscles are still aching from the strain of earlier. “Your hands are magic.”

Which probably isn’t an appropriate thing to say, but this isn’t exactly a situation where— she should worry about propriety. Needs to. Because they... yes. She gulps a little.

“I— want to touch you more.” A little sheepish, a blush crawling up her neck.