With him there is a sense of falling to pieces and becoming whole. Always things had been difficult in their own right and yet Aithne had not really noticed it before. All she had known was the nightmare memory that haunted her and drove her to furious endeavors. But it had been suppressed for the most part for many years now. It is the current events that have unlocked her doubt. That have once more opened her pandora's box of skeletons. They grasped and groped and violated her once more and she felt, once again, ruined by the taint of such powerlessness. Touching him in this moment is sinfully sweet. It is a reminder of the way the other male had pressed into her and the way her body recoiled at his touch, the way his teeth dug into her tough flesh and the growls he made as he held her down in his furious passion. The way she had scrabbled at the ground but been unable to dislodge him. Yet Praetor.. there is such trust. He moves slowly, as one might with a frightened doe and he lets her move first. Always staying a cautious step behind, mirroring her moves with his own.

There comes a strength in such trust that she had not felt before, not in a male at least. It eases her pain and really, she should have been past this long ago. The idea that it still clings to her makes her mad, makes her uncertain of herself. She needs to bath as an abulation, to wash away the memories once and for all, and yet she also needs to bath in the touch of Praetor because his closeness is the only thing she can grasp at in her moment of weakness. She can feel the thrum of pleasure from him as he sinks slowly into her with his touch and she squeezes her eyes closed harder, presses her head further into his neck in what might be a painful pressure, but with each breath of air she fills herself up with him.

It is his forgiveness she needs, even if he doesn't know the truth of it all. Even if he has never thought bad of her. A projection perhaps of her own deeply hidden feelings of inability. The moment he speaks she lets out a huge gust of breath that ripples against his dark fur. I will stay, she hears, and her body relaxes finally. He would not leave and that is... an amazing feeling. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulls back as she regains control once more but her lips twist into a gentle smile at him so that he does not think she was pulling back for good or that their touch was a mistake. "I am glad you are staying," she admits in her normal coarse tones, though it is whispered, a mere breath of air. "Forgive me, Praetor, I have ripped you from your family when clearly something has happened. I assume that Tesseract is no longer alpha of Glorall?" She felt only a moment of embarrassment, realizing what she had done, before she presses forward and shakes it off, curious suddenly to find out.