[ Era can feel Aymeric's presence near her, and though she still cannot bear to pry her hands away from her face just yet she reaches out with her tail, curling it gently around his thigh as she listens to his words.

He thinks she's beautiful, but Era disagrees. Perhaps she has pretty eyes, and she's proud of her horns, but she is thin and lacking the womanly curves she's seen on others. Her hair is a dreary ashen brown. Her nose and cheeks freckled from the sun where her scales aren't protecting it. Next to Aymeric she's as beautiful as a Morbol's breath.

Taking a steadying breath, Era pulls her hands away from her face though doesn't look at her husband just yet. ]

I am not beautiful. [ She's never been one to lie, so Aymeric can take this as her truth. ] But I am happy to hear you disagree, and that my horns and tail are not unattractive to you.

[ One more slow, calming breath and she's ready to tilt her head back that she might look Aymeric in the eye. ]

I am an adventurer and scholar, dear Aymeric. I enjoy exploring and learning new things. While most of what I've read and heard about physical intimacy is not appealing to me on its own, if it were paired with you I believe I would enjoy much of it.