The invitation...

Kiril says nothing, simply lifts the edge of the blanket with his right arm as he lays on his left side, clearly inviting her to lay next to him. As does his blinding smile.

As she settles on his bedroll, next to his form, he drops the blanket down on them both. His arm covers her slight form, and then pulls her tightly to him.

"You are welcome with me, always, Cormamin lindua ele lle", he murmurs softly, almost in a throaty purr.  "Sorry, I forget your Elvish is rusty. I said 'My heart sings to see thee'. Something we need to work on, reawakening your knowledge of that beautiful and expressive language."

Then a grin appears on his face. "I also promised to show you, other more delightful things." Then he brings his face to hers, kisses her deeply, passionately.  His left arm sliding under her body, right arm moving up to cup the back of her head. The kiss intensifies. Then Spring realizes two things, first is that she is laying on top of him, as Kiril had smoothly rolled them. And the second is that, on this night, he isn't wearing his usual loincloth under his blankets.

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