Elann lay there upon her husband in a steady bliss as he accepted her. She had often been rejected in small ways from her loving caresses to the point she wasn't sure how he would react with them, but now he wanted her there and it put her at peace. Whatever heat was upon his body was absorbed by the chilled Benshiran on him, and whatever sweat, was wicked away by her dress. She could feel him calming, not through the bond as it was closed to her, but just by feeling his heartbeat and hearing his breath. 

Hesitantly he answered her, which was surprising that he even bothered to tell her it and recount the events. She truly felt like his comforter and helper in that moment. With an open ear to him, she listened intently. She did not know the guilt of his passions still but just nodded to him and comforted him as he spoke. Already before he asked for water, she could tell that he was thirsty. His lips were dry and most of his mouth was caked by his hard breathing as he had slept. The dream didn't make sense to her, nor why it was scary to him except that the lightning struck them.

All she could do was wait for him to open up more and get him some water. Water she had, as often upon waking, she herself was thirsty and had a cup of water near the bed. That morning she had drank most of it, but also had prepared a glass of the tea for him, figuring he would wake in pain. 

"I have water right here. Shhh...It's fine. I'm here." She grasped his hand that held her fast by her dress and placed it within her own hand. There she kissed the back of his hand on his knuckles and said, "Let me get it for you."

She then slid slowly from him, just upward so her hip was by his head and most of her weight on her knee that was off his body, and she managed to reach the half empty glass. Sliding back down his body to his hips, she stayed sitting up and reached down to the back of his head to help him sit up. Elann, even with her bow training only had a strong grip and decent pulling power, however the rest of her body, her core and her legs were floppy, and she was not able to pull him up at all by her own power. She doubted she could even roll him if he lay there like a dead man. With his help though, she would give him all the rest of the water and would  hold him to keep sitting.

"I want you to have some of the tea. You are in a lot of pain okay? Just a little bit?"

With him finally sitting up and her sitting, straddled on his lap, she smiled warmly to him and brushed his hair with her hand before curling him in for a little hug. If he agreed to the tea, she would wait just a little in the embrace to give him comfort before getting it.

"That sounds horrible. We were struck by lightning?"