Emera shivered at his touch. She let his hand stay where it was, though. She hated to admit it, but she almost liked the way it felt against her skin. She sunk into his chest, defeated. He never fought, but he always won. "Not that law." She muttered sullenly. "I've been studying the ones that apply to me. Not your stupid marriage laws." She still felt sulky, and she refused to be easy. "It's not like we're going to get married."

The young elf sunk into her beloved's chest and closed her eyes. She didn't want him to ever let go of her. "Stop touching me." She demanded, even as her own hands wrapped around his waist and drew him tighter to her. "And don't you dare think about kissing me." She wanted him more and more every day. Which is why she had to let him go now. "You do too have to marry a princess. Stop telling your silly lies."

Nestled against him, Emera felt so safe. "We are too going to go do something important. You can just tell Aranhil to make you a stupid ambassador. We're going, and we are making the vampires your friends." She insisted firmly. "You call me stubborn, but you haven't seen half of it. Now shut up." She kissed him gently to lessen the sting of her words. "Sorry, shut up, handsome."

Pulling out of his arms, Emera got to her feet. "Help me find a dress, River! We should go make our travel arrangements. Oh, damn it!" She caught sight of herself in a mirror. "I look like a mess! My hair'll have to be redone, and this dress...." She sighed. "I liked this one..." reluctant to throw it out, she decided she'd do what she could to repair it. She was handy with a needle and thread. "You'll have to step out while I dress, though. And cover your eyes, you shouldn't see so much of my leg."