Honestly, there was little Kutar remembered of last night, but she woke with the feeling in her body that suggested a good, physically exhausting night. Waking up with a green nose NOT shoved in her face was nice. It meant that the languid morning was a lovely thing that could happen. Her hand slowly moved to grace the figure next to her, a healer's hands soft and sure as she traced a shoulder, skin. Whoever this was, they were not a candidate....which was nice. A rare thing, during a gold flight, to end in her bed with someone that wasn't younger in some way. The Greenrider liked her age....It was a mark of how well she plied both her trade and her fighting skill.
There was a slight memory, of her simply finding this person, and then spending her time, learning them. It had not been the frenzied pitch of youth. It had been slow, and deliberate. She'd liked that. Smiling, she leaned down to kiss Liat's hair, care taken to move a bit of her hair back. "Are you up?"
