Myrasyn's ears stilled.
She pressed them flat against her skull by force of will alone, and when she spoke again her voice carried none of the frantic energy from before.
"My best friend is dying and she needs my help," the queen explained. "I refuse to remain a wimp."
Then she sank to her knees before him, her ears trembling, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and looked up at Quinlan with eyes that burned amber and wet.
"Q-Quinlan Elysiar... Son of Luminara... Will you let me touch you?"
Hearing those words, Quinlan's gaze shifted to Sera.
No words were uttered, just his eyes finding hers, asking the question his mouth wouldn't form in front of the queen already kneeling at his feet.
Sera met his look and nodded once. Resolute, without a trace of hesitation. "I don't mind…"
Then she grinned, shameless. "In fact… Having the woman who almost ruined it all for me blow my man only after getting my explicit permission to do so doesn't sound terrible… Not at all…"
