She watches him work, biting her lower lip. There's a breathless laugh on her lips when he reaches bare skin, her stomach fluttering under his hands. She's well-muscled, but there's still a swell to her lower belly, and her hips are those of a woman, not some malnourished girl. Her skin is pale and smooth, save for ruddy lines of centuries old scars.

Grey green eyes smile up at him, and he can see the flush of heat in her cheeks, the fullness of her lips. Her hands reach for him, brushing through his hair, not to pull him down or guide him, simply to touch him for the sheer joy of it.