Ana is rather comfy for such an imposing woman. Perhaps it's her time as a mother that's softened her. The Tiefling closes her eyes, enjoying the moment. Then her lips part, a question quickly tossed out with a whisper of a voice. "Baz . . . Have you ever thought about a child?"

"I love you too. To the ends of realms and back." She forgets her own tea to better embrace the wyvern. A gentle hum leaves her lips as she holds the other woman tight. "I'm certain the child will look beautiful, just like their mother~"

"I am sure of what I said. You're rather fetching and adorable yourself, Baz. Like a gemstone, you're eye catching. After all, you caught mine so easily." The smith smiled as her nose was booped. In turn, she leaned forward. Her lips were pressed to Baz's forehead.

"And you light up my life, dear" Another kiss to the wyvern's forehead, then another two follow. These kisses are placed on Baz's cheeks, the smith's lips warm.

She pauses in her work, looking up from the heated steel she's currently working on. Anaresia only gives a small smile, the expression bright. Then she returns to her work, her hammer falling at a swift pace.

Oh that smile. Anaresia would do anything to protect that smile. The blacksmith gifts the wyvern a couple more kisses before speaking. "Well, dear. The shop is closed for today. How about we retire to bed?"

She waits for Bazett to put the knife away. Once it's back in the box, Anaresia stands up. Rather, she lifts Bazett up into a bridal carry as she stands. "Excellent~ Let's enjoy the day together, darling~"

"Not used to being carried, dear?" She spoke in that cheery tone as she carried Bazett to the bedroom, her tail putting in work as it stripped the smith of her apron.

"Then I'll be sure to carry you even more, darling." With that, she carries her dear wyvern up to the bedroom. Her tail helps in opening the door, as well as closing it behind the two.

Her tail wags excitedly as she's kissed. That kiss is then returned as she sets Bazett upon the comfort of the mattress. How lucky for the both of them that the frame was also reinforced. Once she was laid down, Ana took a moment to simply take in the sight of the wyvern.

Anaresia takes a moment, her kind eyes drinking in the sight of her beloved. Then she begins to disrobe. She works slowly, turning the simple act into a show for Bazett. Sweat drenched clothing is peeled off glistening muscle, more and more amber hued skin revealed to the wyvern.

There's the rhythmic ringing of a hammer upon steel, mixed with the soft whispers of a woman at work. Over and over again, the blacksmith shapes steel and works herself over the heat of her forge and anvil.