I roll and bring her with me pulling her close. A halo of hair cocoons us. I smooth away the strands near her face so I can judge her condition. Our play is nothing compared to what I will do in the dungeon, but this will give me an idea of her well-being when things intensify.

I run my hands down her arms and over her shoulders, massaging gently until her breathing slows and a gentle lull takes over. A short time later, her stomach growls and my hand travels down to cup that subtle ...