That's why people like them exist, to balance the chaos.

“ My head is where it should be. ” She replied, a soft smile curving her plump reddish lips.

“ He is the least of my worries. ” The fingers of her hand, which Morgana was stroking, curled around Morgana's, searching for the way between hers.

That doesn't make her a monster.

Is she alright?

Does she need to . . . 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘅?

Why doesn't she come to bed, and find that out?

“ So many questions. ” She changed the subject, immediately. Smiling softly as she unwilling put distance between them, once again.

“ I thought I should be more careful. ” She said, noticing the woman's suddenly bold movements, just as to tease, not in a really attempt to stop her.

She'll stay, this time, if it's what she wishes.

The snow-colored hair woman pulled back, as so she could return her gaze to the brunette's. “ And what do you want me to be honest, about? ”

“ Are you sure you want me to button 𝒖𝒑 this dress? ”

Once again, the Witcher found herself smiling. Especially noticing her lack of control at that point. “ My intentions about...what, exactly? ”

“ You can't blame me for trying. Can you? ”

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The woman's arms quickly clung to her hips, wrapping her in playful contact. “ Then, I'll give you a reason to blame me. ”

“ My intentions are the same. I want to protect you. fate is never kind to people like us. ” The Witcher replied, kindly.

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