[ Had there been a need to consummate in the traditional sense, Era likely would have refused the proposal - not because she did not wish to be married Aymeric, but because it would be unfair to the both of them. And Era had a strong inkling that there would be some manner of prison break at the Arena sooner rather than later.
Luckily for them this is not the case. She is here now, chest warmed by the sight of Aymeric waiting for her in a bed that will most certainly be too soft. Her lips curve upward into a small smile.
With anyone else Era would feel uncomfortable bearing so much bruise-mottled skin with already-healing scars and damaged scales - and that isn't even taking into consideration her missing horn (which she does feel uncomfortable bearing even for Aymeric). But for her dear friend and now husband, she does not mind letting her yukata slip from her shoulder and onto the floor near the bed. It had kept her warm on the journey from the bathroom to the bedroom, and now that Era is here with Aymeric to keep her warm instead it's no longer needed.
And perhaps maybe a small part of her did want to do something slightly more 'traditional', even if it was simply allowing him to see her bare breasts for the first time.
Era doesn't make a big production of it - there is no delay between her removing her yukata and moving to the bed (she does pause to crinkle her nose in distaste at how much her hand sinks into the mattress when she puts her weight on it, however). She doesn't make an effort to cover herself with any blankets, simply slides under the sheets and presses herself against Aymeric's side with a quiet, weary sigh.
She is not the type of person who says I love you out loud, but the way she makes sure to press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his jaw expresses it well enough. ]
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Luckily for them this is not the case. She is here now, chest warmed by the sight of Aymeric waiting for her in a bed that will most certainly be too soft. Her lips curve upward into a small smile.
With anyone else Era would feel uncomfortable bearing so much bruise-mottled skin with already-healing scars and damaged scales - and that isn't even taking into consideration her missing horn (which she does feel uncomfortable bearing even for Aymeric). But for her dear friend and now husband, she does not mind letting her yukata slip from her shoulder and onto the floor near the bed. It had kept her warm on the journey from the bathroom to the bedroom, and now that Era is here with Aymeric to keep her warm instead it's no longer needed.
And perhaps maybe a small part of her did want to do something slightly more 'traditional', even if it was simply allowing him to see her bare breasts for the first time.
Era doesn't make a big production of it - there is no delay between her removing her yukata and moving to the bed (she does pause to crinkle her nose in distaste at how much her hand sinks into the mattress when she puts her weight on it, however). She doesn't make an effort to cover herself with any blankets, simply slides under the sheets and presses herself against Aymeric's side with a quiet, weary sigh.
She is not the type of person who says I love you out loud, but the way she makes sure to press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his jaw expresses it well enough. ]